On Hold

I was all set to write up this post about how I went to my high school alma mater's track and exorcised demons of track practices past with some 800 intervals this morning.

...and then I decided to go to Starbucks instead.

That, my friends was an entirely different experience.  I grabbed my tall bold coffee, bought a newspaper and settled in to a comfy chair.  The woman that was behind me in line, who sounded a BIT high strung to begin with, sat down next to me.  That would have been fine if it were the only other chair, but of course it wasn't.  She proceeded to drink her coffee and stare at the wall ahead of her.

Near the entrance, some high school students were gathering.  I recognized the "oh my god, I can't believe I'm up this early" look from them.  I see it all the time when we take our students to conferences.  Regardless, their conversation drowned out the odd music (even for 'bux) playing overhead.  Some snippets from their conversation:

• "Dudes don't make other dudes cry."
• "That's because dudes are assholes."
• "My dad gets up this early."
• "I only got 2 hours of sleep."

Scintillating stuff, let me tell you.  Thank God it's summer vacation and I don't have to listen to that on a regular basis until mid-August.

Where was I?  Oh yeah, intervals....tomorrow.  I'm not kidding.