Dear Escalator Patrons….

…of the 5th and Pike office building.  The escalator is a conveyance.  It is not Space Mountain.  It is not a ride for your amusement.  It’s a moving STAIRCASE.  If you were supposed to stand still, it would be called an ELEVATOR.

 

 

While running yesterday…

…a frigging fence fell on me. 

I was doing my evening jog, around 6pm, along a long stretch of well-lit sidewalk that I always run.  It’s along a golf course and goes by the rec center.  Generally a really safe area.  

It was super windy last night- I mean there are crazy reports of wind and rain and hail.  I thought it would just give me an even better workout to run against the wind.  Fail.

Until I passed the practice green.  

There are all these temp-fences up along the practice green, those long, tall chanlink jobbers with the wide feet.  How anything could knock those things over is beyond me, but wind?  Knocking over chain-link?  It’s possible.  

Luckily Z the Wonderdog was with me, attached to my waist, running alongside as always. While I obliviously tried to shield myself from the wind and jog with my iPod on, I noticed her freak out and she yanked me over to the side so that when the fence did fall, it only fell on my legs and didn’t totally pin me.  That f-er was heavy.  I did hit my head on the street though, and for a while I considered stumbling into the nearby fireman’s station for a little comforting (wink).  I looked like hell though, so I decided to stumble home instead. 

Apparently someone died walking their dog last night after a tree fell on them from the wind.  Lesson learned!  Be careful!  Not just of crazy burglers and kidnappers, but of the WIND!

Plenty of fish in the shallow gene pool

I got “matched” with this gem today.

“I enjoy many different activities, like running , fighting , and reading . Also looking for some interesting females that aren’t hyper possessive”

Sign me up.