seeds. unrelated to anything.
i was trying to figure out how long it had been since i had gone for a run when the guy who works the desk in the ymca cardio center walked in with a full, beasty flannel shirt and hunting shack looking beard.
"huh," i thought. "that long."
i now apparently measure increments of time in the facial-hair growth of the strangers who have the unfortunate luck of being in the line of sight from my treadmill.
also, in the time it takes to grow one full-length beard, i can completely nullified any running progress i may or may not have made in my life. instead of encouraging me, today girl talk mocked me.