First Fall Run of the Season

After an entire Sunday spent eating brownies and potato chips while screaming over the Patriots/Red Sox doubleheader, I had to get myself out of the house.  (Look! I watch sports! Right.)  I laced up and went for my first run of the fall season with an 'easy' 3-miler through my old haunts, including my high school.  Strangely, along my route, I encountered 9 deers and a turtle trying to cross the road (why?!).  The deers made me think of Bambi (obviously), and the turtle made me think of Grapes of Wrath. The deers stared me down before flipping around and giving me the white underside of their tail in a dismissive "hmph".

Separately, let's talk about the "run" vs "jog" vernacular word choice.  Does one sound wussier than the other?  What's the qualifying difference?  I tell people I am going on a run, but in reality, half the time I am, ah, on a barely-moving-faster-than-if-i-was-walking jog. Still, I doubt I will ever announce to people the plan is to go "jogging" until I am wearing a matching shiny sweatsuit set and wearing ankle weights. I'm just not. 

Anyway, I keep saying it, but there's no harm in saying it again:  I love running in the fall! I love the smell of wet leaves, the sound of my shoes on the ground, the deers (well..), and the way it's usually the perfect temperature. I love not wearing an ipod and I love the way my ponytail swings side to side in rhythm with my stride. 

You get the picture.  It's just the best.

In the meantime, I am still excited about my position with DC Superior Court.  So much so, I have re-visited the 300 or so federal & state judges that didn't bother to give me an interview last year (that's not hyperbole, it really was ~300) and re-applied to about 70.  So far?  Same result: Zilch.  Oh rejection, you're always better the 2nd time around!  It's okay.  I'm sure somebody's got big plans for me.

And just so nobody thinks I've turned into one of the Happy Uber-Positive Nice Girl Clones (seriously, who likes being around those people) I will admit to planning a vacation for November so that I can "conveniently" be out of the country when bar results come out.  It looks like Iceland might be the winner, especially since IcelandAir is running some sick deals.  Try and challenge me on this one, world.   You can't!  You are no match for my neurosis! 

But whatever.  At least I can work it all out on the pavement.


Currently Listening: Admiral Fallow - "Squealing Pigs"
(It's the sinking feeling of being alone / And the way it makes you screech ... I can't help but think as I pick my mouth off the floor / Will you still know me in a year?)