it has now been 18 days since i quit drinking alcohol and coffee. i didn’t do it for any big reason, i just became bored with being a drinker.
it’s too soon to tell if this quitting will be like the quitting i did with cigarettes, drugs, and college - to which i will never return… or if it will be like ex-girlfriends, previous employers, and Los Angeles - which i keep quitting and then returning to, again and again.
this morning i took a wrong turn while running (shirtless) near the World Trade Center. ended up on a sidewalk that turned into a walkway over the Westside Highway that led directly into an office building.
as it was too late to turn back, i was forced to jog shirtless through a revolving door and into a very chilly, air conditioned office building, around a reception desk, down an escalator, past a bunch of corporate types carrying briefcases and wearing suits and ties (and shirts), and finally out onto the more familiar bike path.
i’m already self-conscious and try to keep a low profile while running shirtless on the bike paths, due to my (unhealthy/neurotic) body image issues. but this was really too much. i need to start running in a business suit.
i really wanted to chop an old pair of boot-cut jeans into cut-offs, so i spent the last 15 minutes digging through my storage boxes looking for them. turns out, i gave them away a few months back, when i was trying to eliminate clutter.
they would have been a sweet pair of cut-offs. every time i try not to be a packrat, i get burned.