The semi-regular jogging I’ve taken up lately has started to pay off. I’m feeling more energetic, the distance is already noticeably easier after only a few runs, and my legs are holding up better than expected. I’ve lost maybe a pound, and I think I’m looking a little better than I was just a week ago. Exercise is good. I like it.
Tonight, I headed out at 11:15 on my usual route, but it was 81º with 95% humidity, and at right about the one-mile mark, I decided it was just too damn hot out to do the usual route. So I headed down Lincoln Street and planned to go to my mom’s workplace, where I’d wait by the car for her to get out, so she could drive me home. That’d be about 75% of my usual route, I figured. Just without the uphill portion.
On the way down Lincoln Street, a Jeep Wrangler slowed down next to me and someone said, “Justin LaSelva!” I paused for about three-quarters of a second and remembered the voice; it was Adam Cox, a friend from high school whom I hadn’t seen in a long time (since high school, probably). I ran alongside his car for the whole way down Lincoln Street and to the junction of Routes 18 and 139. We talked about his new car, his plans to get into nursing and move to the Cape, his girlfriend (Sabrina—they’ve been together for what must be forever, by now), and some old high school friends.
Apparently Derek Regan joined the Marines and is doing intelligence work; Joey Burke is in Seattle, also in the military. So many people I know joined the military! Jason Heger, Tom Delaney, Chris Haugh, Kelly Sullivan, and on and on…
It was good to talk to him again; he seemed to be doing pretty well, all-in-all. It’s nice to have a good Abington-person experience; so far I’ve avoided them—I’ve only seen Bobby Elloyan and Matt Movilia, and didn’t talk to either (granted, I was pumping gas at the time). But Adam was friendly and easy to talk to; almost like nothing had changed since we went our own ways probably four years ago. It was good. A good conversation.
My mom found me on 139 on her way home from work, and picked me up. I think I soaked through everything I touched, including all of my clothes. I don’t remember it ever being this humid outside. It’s gross.
And there’s another 94º day coming up today. And there’s an 89º day coming up on Thursday. It’s a heat wave!