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?