Pigeon Shit

It seemed like a nice day. The sun was out, it was breezy, not too warm to be walking out in full business casual wear, and kids were going to the baseball game. I got off the train and started on my way home. Then I looked down and saw it. Huge-ass blob of bird (probably a pigeon, or gull) shit on my pants. Yeah, on my pants...not the shoulder, not the head, not the shoe...the pants. It was falling down and I probably walked into it. Anyway, I tried to clean some of it off using leaves that hung from small trees on the sidewalk. Imagine being that tree...he'd probably say: "Hey look, part of my arm here is going to be pulled off so some kid can clean off birdshit." Anyway, I was fully disgusted by the time I got home and spot cleaned it with warm dish soap and paper towels. I should get the pants dry cleaned now out of fear (disease). Then again, you can't see the spot now, so it should be good, right? (comment if you're bacteria-adverse and think I'm in a sick situation here).

More design work was done today. I figured out how to keep the links on the left stay black, while letting the links on these posts stay brown. I'm a genius. Actually, I'm just a nerd who doesn't try hard enough to be a nerd.

Another three mile run comes and goes and the pain still lingers in my legs. I was able to get used to the pain after the first quarter of the mile, but I could still tell that the muscles still smart. The small consolation here is that these runs are getting easy. I felt like I did no running after my run (calf pain notwithstanding). I guess the biking and running combination is helping out my conditioning and endurance. That's a good sign. Now, if I can just get these calves off the pain game...

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