Entrepreneur And?

There are a lot of really random birds in this state. I think I am going to have to start capturing some of them on film because they are almost too bizarre to be true. These are what Jabberwocky dreams are made of, my friends. I observe the most ornithological specimens when I am walking the dog out in the preserve, creepy swamp sounds all around me. I hate nature.

Last night we went to a dinner honoring Marc's boss. Geeky scientists sure do party like rock stars. If I had to listen to one more person talk about how fabulous the Treasure Coast is now that they have all this biotech, specifically the representation from Marc's company, I was going to vomit. In fact, I am certain I had to choke some back when the boss' wife gave her emotional speech about her "Entrepreneur of the Year" husband. I was so embarrassed for her, I wanted to crawl under the table. I get it. The guy is like a legend when it comes to research, but with his increasing notoriety and the success of the company, so increases my nightmare's longevity. Why am I such a hater? If only I drank. With scientists abound, it was an exciting evening filled with fabulous conversation, so much so, I counted the painful minutes until it was time to get out of there. I'm so anti. Check out their posh centerpieces...

The highlight of the day today was the track workout. 1 mile, 2 half miles, 2 x 1 mile, 2 half miles, 1 mile. My running friends make fun of me for always desiring the longer stuff. I detest 400s, so when Dr. Jim sent me the text yesterday giving me a heads-up on this morning's workout, I was satisfied. I am not sure if he is seeking authorization when he does that, or merely stating the facts, but in either case, he wore his Newtons, too, so we were twins in our obnoxious neon ultra-eighties kicks. I kind of dig the shoes.

The wind off the water was howling by the end of the set; I was grateful to draft off Barry, despite the wind he was blowing. Even though it has evolved and changed locations a few times in the last three and a half years, track remains a favorite workout for me. The core group remains intact, and that is what is most important. I love my life when I can meet up with regulars for a great run, and then coffee with them afterward. Is this town really so bad, after all, as long as there is Starbucks?

I am back in the pool, too, after a three month hiatus, and I love that my skin smells of chlorine again. It was ugly, but I managed to grind out 2000 by myself. Alone. With no one to talk to. For the whole time. In a lane without anyone else. Feeling like a superhero, I gave the report to my nine-year-old, "Hey, I swam two grand." Without even looking up from her mesh swim bag as she put away her gear, she said, "That's it?" It's a sad day when one's nine-year-old passes her in both interval speed and workout distance. Guess I need to get a little more agro, especially if I want to look halfway decent in that bridesmaid's dress for my sister's spring wedding.