Wanna Get High?

Then go running in the panhandle, where you'll pass through cloud after cloud of pot smoke. Which, for people like me who don't get that endorphin rush, that so-called "runner's high" that's supposed to be so great? I guess the secondhand high is a substitute feeling. But man, I really wish that people wouldn't smoke anything next to the path. Because you know, when I'm running as hard as I can, the last thing I want to do is breathe someone's smoke. Honestly!

Today I wore shorts, and I think I actually looked cute in them! I wouldn't normally be caught dead wearing shorts, but now that I've been running for about six weeks, I can see the difference. It's awesome to feel good about my body, and to feel good in it, too! And I'm provoking a lot of compliments from the homeless men on Haight street. I've had several marriage proposals, and one guy asked if I would like to go half on a baby, which I thought was a generous offer.

But I wonder why I'm only attractive to homeless men, a number of whom smoke pot in the panhandle. Maybe marijuana makes everything look more beautiful. . .

Last night I talked to my friend JCP, and he mentioned this thing I'm always hearing about & which to me is as unfamiliar as runner's high - it's this state where you feel all right with yourself and you're in a super healthy emotional space and you project beauty. JCP said he experienced that once in his life, for about 30 minutes, and people (I think he meant ladies) even approached him. This has never happened to me, but I hope that someday it does. I would love to feel that way, to be in this state of grace that others can recognize.

Okay, nighty night, my friends!