All week long, I looked forward to running in the park today. My plan was to push myself a bit and do a 10K. I did two short runs at my parents' house on their treadmill earlier in the week and a strength training session on Wednesday morning. My muscles were ready. I was psyched. Then my throat started hurting around 4 pm on Wednesday. I wondered if it was because I was watching "Jersey Shore" and making me sick, but then I remembered that my mom had a sore throat on Tuesday and my sister had a cold over the weekend. I was sick. I hoped if I kept it quiet on Thursday (which was another day that would have been perfect to run) I'd feel better by today. Not so.
I woke up miserable. I moped around the apartment cursing the gods for inflicting me. I knew that I would wind up eating approximately 14 pounds of pretzel M&Ms if I stayed in all day. My mobile phone alerted me to a text message. My friend wanted to know if I would face off against the bridezillas at the annual Filene's Basement bridal dress sale with her. I accepted. There's nothing like a sale on items I absolutely do not need to cheer me up.
We met at 11:30, as she heard that the mob dies down by 10. It was still crowded and dresses were flung about everywhere. These shoppers made wild packs of dogs look calm. I don't think more than two women in the store said excuse me as they shoved past me in the aisles. Women came in teams, with brides wearing t-shirts that read "BRIDE" in puffy paint and her friends in coordinating colors or hats or scarves. Women also ran around in their various special gown undergarments, as fitting rooms were not available. Brutal! My friend did not find anything, unfortunately.
On my way home from the Running of the Brides (I think that is the official name of the event, as Filene's was selling t-shirts that said "I survived the Running of the Brides at Filene's Basement"), I noticed a sale rack outside the Super Runners Shop. I managed to get a pair of Brooks worth $130 for $39.99, so that made me partly happy. It also frustrated me because I wanted to use them right away. Ce la vie.
My last sale score was a pair of running pants with zippered pockets. They were 20% off. I would have bought them full price, though, because I have noticed that women's running pants no longer come with pockets. This makes it difficult for me to carry my inhaler, which is pretty essential to my ability to stay alive if something goes wrong.
Then I came home and found out that the House of "Representatives" passed a bill defunding Planned Parenthood's cervical screening, STI treatment, and pre-natal care programs, along with the community development fund and public housing capital fund. To celebrate our descent into a third world country, I ate approximately 14 pounds of pretzel M&Ms.