Friday I woke up, still my former age, and did my 10 miles with gusto (9:21 pace) in more moderate temps and just puddles to dodge. It went effortlessly. I had a mental moment of realizing I was still 54 when I was out there because my birth time was 1115.
Friday, after work, I went for an eye exam. Sort of a spur of the moment, feeling old kind of thing. My numbers came up in need of a minor adjustment but not so vital that I need to do something right now. I'll wait until I hit a tree before paying the ransom prices for high end eye glasses again. My veins and arteries were pulsating in an excellent fashion according to the doc. "Retinas of a 25-year old," he said. I might have slipped him a ten spot for that but wasn't clear on tipping rules for opthamologists. He went without.
With eyes nicely dilated, I drove home seeing the oncoming cars as incredibly bright fractured lights. My pupils were tested hard but fortunately I only had two miles to drive.
Mrs. T and I went to a nice seafood restaurant for birthday dinner. I ordered way more than I needed (crab cakes, wedge salad and broiled grouper with mashed potatoes). The wine was the most memorable item I remember. The place was busy and noisy with a sax player setting a mood, if you could hear him. I thought the joint was too noisy but we had a good time.
Saturday was all about me and Mrs. T played along:
- Take Christmas suit to be fitted
- Buy two pairs of casual shoes at Marshall's (I've never owned so many shoes in my life. Of course four of them are runnning shoes that are in my rotation)
- Lunch at Greens and Grille (excellent farmers salad with broiled shrimp and five toppings)
- Shop Bloomingdale's for new blue jeans (NOT buying here. Every jean option is no less than $150)
- Skip Nordstrom's to avoid credit card catastrophe
- Shop Macy's and find some Calvin Ks for the slim fit (yes)
- In a moment of weakness I allowed Mrs. T to lead us towards the cosmetic counters where she showed me the moisturizer she believes in and there, right in front of me, was the men's version (Shiseido). Clerk: "We're giving free facials today. Would you like to have one?" Mrs. T says, "I think the birthday boy should have one!" 20 minutes later I'm taking my shirt off for Gloria who gave me a quicky facial. That was a first. Don't know that it even comes close to the benefits of a massage but I'll do just about anything once. I left with some moisturizer. After the sun damage Susie made me endure the last five summers I've got to do something to fix it. Benign neglect doesn't seem to work.
- Redeem $300 store credit for a new piece of luggage (Georgia Marathon, friends)
- Go for a glass of wine which led to a white pizza at Brio's, a quiet, peaceful, busy and elegant Italian restaurant.
- Catch a movie that Susie, Mia, April Anne nor any woman teacher ought to see: "Notes on a Scandal;" however any guy who ever had fantasies about a good looking teacher will enjoy it.
Today, I made it to Park Avenue in 63F temps and the threat of rain. If it had been raining when I got up I might not have done the 14.5 miles that I did. I was plenty wet, endured a bloody nipple that made my white shirt oh so pleasant to look at; so I left it in my cooler and ran shirtless after the 6.5 mile mark. Covered the distance in 2:20, 9:40/mile pace.
The sun is out. I've got a pool to clean. See you next time.