I Guess This is Growing Up

Lately I feel like I’m going through puberty for the second time. My body shape is changing, my hair doesn’t know if it wants to be straight or curly and my hormones are completely out of whack. I’m like High School Jackie, or worse: Middle School Jackie. Dear Lord, no. Those were not pretty years.

By the end of the work day I had a ton of pent-up energy. I had to do something, and running is my second favorite tension reliever, with cycling as a close third. So the running shoes went on and the sweat started before I was out of my stairwell. Sure, it was 95 degrees outside and sure, I’m crazy, but how could I rest knowing that my competition might not be resting and this could be the workout that makes or breaks a race? It would have been a great run if I didn’t get stung by a bee on my ankle. But I wasn’t deterred. Last month I DID a biathlon, but now I RACE biathlons. I’m pumped. Gotta put all this teen-angst to good use, right?

I convinced K-bell to take a break from Greenwich Village tonight and come uptown for beer, wings and baseball. We watched Ryan Howard suck in the home run derby and talked about our mutual dread for the upcoming five-year high school reunion. He brought up an excellent point – ten years is cool, but at five years, you might be still holding grudges. It's soon enough where you should probably remember everyone’s name, but far enough where in reality, I’m going to have to study the yearbook. Good thing I’m way hotter now than I was in high school (and more modest, too!). And with all these absurd hormones swirling inside of me, I should feel right at home.

Tonight's Beer Wisdom, on relationships: When it's worth it, you hang on. When it stops being fun, you move on. And in between, you drink with your old friends on a Monday night.