Speaking of runs. Worst. run. ever this morning. Ken and I thought if we hit the beach by 7am to run six miles, we'd beat some of the heat. No. The heat beat the crap out of us. Literally. At mile three we turned around and we were sucking air big time, gallons of sweat coming off our heads. By mile 3.5 I had to stop, take my shoes off and jump in the water in my running clothes. It was the longest six miles of my life. 90% humidity, no breeze, about 90 degrees. It is 7am. Someone tell Florida it is 7am. It should never be that hot at 7am anywhere.
I was just at the pool eavesdropping on two pimply teenage boys talking some smack:
Boy 1: Yeah, well once we stayed in the penthouse at a hotel and it was really expensive and cool.
Boy 2: Oh that's nothing. We stayed at the best room at the Ritz. It was $25,000 a night, so we only stayed two nights. We had like room service and shit. I can of soda was $50.
Boy 1: $50? Shit man. You got ripped off.
Boy 2: But it was like chocolate soda and shit. Not just plain soda.
Boy 1: Oh, chocolate soda. I don't know about that. Have you ever tried caviar?
Boy 2: Yeah all the time. I'm not into it.
Boy 1: Oh and one time we were on our boat 20 miles off the coast and got stuck and it cost $65,000 to get pulled out.
Boy 2: No, I bet it was like $75,000...
I guess this is the 14 year old version of my dick is bigger than yours.
Did I mention we are staying at the Marriott? Don't you think these silver spoon mama's boys should be hamming it up at the Ritz? It's right down the street.
Now for the big question. Do you get constipated when you travel? I do. . I've only taken two moderate dumps since Wednesday. I know. I learned a new German word today to describe my condition: Farfrompoopin.
- Two dumps in four days
- Four runs in five days
Those are my stats.
See you back in Colorado...