Here Comes Yuckie Boo Boo!

Mondays are always quite special. They can make you feel like you're about to take over the world, or like the world just punched you in your face. What a versatile little weekday, right? 

Yesterday was no exception to the rule. It's a slow time in the world of psychotherapists like myself since most people are vacationing, so the amount of energy used on a  typical workday was concentrated in geeking out with psychology books, and doing further research. However, in the afternoon, I was pumped to go home and change to hit the road.




Following my brother-in-law's advice, I skipped on the running track and used the athletic park's 2-mile trail. That trail, by the way, is nicely surrounded by nature as you make your way through the different parts of it. The trees provide shaded areas, the water gives you a sense of coolness, and the sound of your steps on the gravel gives you an adventurous Indiana Jones-like feeling. You basically feel free!  

To make matters more exciting, my Superman t-shirt evolved into something cooler, something I can now wear without feeling like it's choking me. (it's a children size shirt, and I kind of failed at washing it, so it shrunk)  A new Pièce de Résistance anywhere I go, whether it's the track or my office.  Alas, I can be "Cool Aunt Becca" again, and maybe spark the conversation among my psychology students. The possibilities are endless! 

Moving on (no pun intended), I finally made it there, parked Frau Gretel, and stretched away. The second I set my iPhone up to trace my activity my playlist kicked in and I was ready to rock and roll. 

The peculiarity of Mondays still amuses me. As I was making my way down the trail, smiling politely at incoming runners, the sky decided the park wasn't wet enough and it went on to fix it. 

Now, when you're running and your body temperature raises the cold raindrops feel quite nice, in fact you keep running even more. Also, the local weather lately has been pretty disgusting, so it changes the picture a whole lot. 

Please allow me to elaborate...

-Those trees that provide shade? They now sheltered puddles. Big ones. Full of mud. 

-That water that provided a sense of coolness? I felt like I was running down at the Bayou. The Swamp Thing was probably about to peek out and give me a high-five. 

-The gravel on the track that makes you feel adventurous? It was so wet that it attacked my shoes, socks, legs, and pretty much everything else. (Who's The Swamp Thing now?!)

As a result, my glorious workout made me look like I've been hunting gators in the swamp for a few days. I probably smelled like such as well! I left to go home and I had to grab my yoga towel from the trunk and sit on it so Frau Gretel didn't suffer from the side effects of my activities. 

By the time I got home one of my neighbors hopped in the elevator with me, and I felt the scanning eyes from head to toes. I tried to look all serious and devoted to the sport, but when I walked out of the elevator my shoes were making wet/squeaky sounds, and it totally killed my mojo. 

Needless to say, I had to shower for a while to get all the mud off. Quite frankly, I needed a hose and an industrial brush. Let's see what happens next time.

Stay clean my friends! 
B