Tank Girl

I felt better on last night’s run than I have in a long while.  I’ve been FIDO-ing through a malaise as of late, and prior to yesterday evening, I can’t remember the last time I felt good during or even after a run.

It’s hard to pinpoint the alchemy of this welcome turnaround.  It might be in small part because I departed from my standard running uniform.  There was a little cloud coverage on our late evening outing so instead of my usual cotton tee, I exposed my tan lines and wore a tank top instead.  I also went sans visor and let my hair down while a light breeze blew.  I felt like Fabio during better days.

Sadly, A wasn’t similarly affected.  Even though we did the exact same run, it was still a bit of a slog for him.  Evidently ennui is contagious but inspiration is not.  I would suggest he let his hair down, but sadly his hair has already let him down long ago.  I might, however, have a spare tank top he can borrow.