I ran home from work yesterday (hint to others thinking of doing same... don't run for ten minutes and then realize you left your keys on your desk...). This morning I took advantage of the fact that my work shoes were already sitting under my desk to run back.
It was a good, mostly uphill ordeal, but do-able ("pian e ben" as they say in Trieste) and I did it in 59 minutes. I got to work about 30 minutes before everybody else and ducked into a bathroom, washed my hair (travel-size No More Tears, thank you very much), and stuffed it into a space-age microfiber turban that my sister-in-law gave me and let that soak up some of the wet while I sponged off the rest of me (thanks to microfiber towel 2-- 5 for 5 euros at the grocery store a few weeks ago), changed clothes (minor panic attack when I thought I had forgotten to pack PANTS!), threw on a little mascara (which looked sort of ridiculous on my tomato face), threw wet clothes into a plastic bag (that will be lethal by the time it gets home) and pranced into my office and waited for someone brag to.
Sure, I told everyone I could. No one cared, though. My running HOME from work yesterday and last Thursday was SHOCKING for my colleagues. Comments on hat, craziness, questions, hooplah (Karoline basking). The fact that I ran TO work (did I mention it was uphill? Logistically much more complicated??) was, like, NO BIG DEAL.
WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?
It was a good, mostly uphill ordeal, but do-able ("pian e ben" as they say in Trieste) and I did it in 59 minutes. I got to work about 30 minutes before everybody else and ducked into a bathroom, washed my hair (travel-size No More Tears, thank you very much), and stuffed it into a space-age microfiber turban that my sister-in-law gave me and let that soak up some of the wet while I sponged off the rest of me (thanks to microfiber towel 2-- 5 for 5 euros at the grocery store a few weeks ago), changed clothes (minor panic attack when I thought I had forgotten to pack PANTS!), threw on a little mascara (which looked sort of ridiculous on my tomato face), threw wet clothes into a plastic bag (that will be lethal by the time it gets home) and pranced into my office and waited for someone brag to.
Sure, I told everyone I could. No one cared, though. My running HOME from work yesterday and last Thursday was SHOCKING for my colleagues. Comments on hat, craziness, questions, hooplah (Karoline basking). The fact that I ran TO work (did I mention it was uphill? Logistically much more complicated??) was, like, NO BIG DEAL.
WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?
p.s. That there's a picture of my backpack. It's great for running because it has two straps accross the front that make for little or no bouncy. Why two pairs of shoes, you ask? The yellow ones are for rainy days, the blue ones are for nice days. Today was a blue day.
p.s.s. If you click on the picture you can see my ROAD TO PARIS button and the only thing I had room to bring for lunch: a can of tuna. Bon appétit!
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Yay!You can brag to me all you want. I wouldn't run to work...and I live three blocks away. :)
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