Hey guess what

It seems that I don't run anymore. Shall I post some things that I see while I am finishing grad school?

• The light at the end of the hot damn tunnel. February 26th, my defense.
• The big bright future. YES IT WILL BE AWESOME FOR SURE.
• I promise I will start to run again...let's say....March.
  

Atlanta

• There is some graffiti which I see very often. Every time I see this particular graffiti, I am puzzled. It reads "Free Bids". I wonder, who is Bids? How shall I do my part to Free him? Alternatively, where might I obtain my free bid? What shall I have bid upon? Are bids not always free? See, confusing.
• Simply by going straight where I usually turn, I have discovered a new running path. This path goes through Rottenwood Creek park.
• I am pretty sure that the name of this park doesn't mean "go ahead and dump all your trash here", although clearly many passers-by disagree.
• Also sighted: dead rat.
  

Colorado, Turkey Trot

• Santa and a Santa-dog. Santa-dog was mean to the other dogs.
• A group of teens dressed in ridiculous neon. A pack of past me's! In the first half-mile, a neon dude sprinted past me, then had to stop to dramatically adjust a knee-sock. He did not pass me again.
• Unattended keg of free beer. WOOOO Turkey Trot!
  

Colorado

• Free wrench! Rusty. It's on the hill by the farm.
• Cold and windy as all get-out.
• Still vastly preferable to the danged South.
  

Atlanta dammit

Some college dudes menaced me! Dude barreled towards me and did a football-style fakeout move, whilst other dudes laughed. Here are some things I would like to say to dudes. DUDES:

• You will be slow like me in a few short years
• You are not even that fast (ba-zing!)
• Imagine if someone menaced your mother or sister in such a manner.
  
• It is always good to be nice. True story!

There! This never-to-be-read-by-anyone-but-me blog surely fixes things right up.

post-flood atlanta

• I was out of town during the flood 2 weeks ago
• But I heard that there were some....sewage....issues
• Specifically that there is a possibility that the...poo...can just "get on you" even if you do not get in the river or whatever
• Even now, 2 weeks later
  
• So all during my run I felt like...scared of the...molecules.
• They were touching me, I could feel them.
  

Buford, Georgia

• Ran a 5k. My boyfriend, who has not run a step in a year, beat me by 40 seconds. Curse my female skeleton!
• However, I was the ladies champ! The secret is to only enter very small, obscure races.