i went running with kristine today, temperature 49 degrees. not as warm as we thought with a strong wind but once i started running i was sweating. kristine was leaving work early today so had to get back to the office, so after we crossed the mass ave bridge, she turned right around and ran back. i continued with the loop, following a lovely young woman (she was fast!) running about 100 yards ahead of me. staring at her behind for the next mile (she wore these tight grey running pants), i didn't feel tired anymore, and i could've kept on going for many more miles. when i got to the crosswalk back into boston proper, i ran into kristine.
i went to macdonalds for lunch. i ran into a drunk man who stank of listerine. he stood next to me, invading my personal space, telling me if i've heard about the family that got kidnapped. "no, i don't follow that news," i told him. i think he thought i was making fun of him and seemed to be getting angry. "i'm not too smart, but that'd never happen to me," he told me. then he whispered loudly, "i have to go take a piss." i decided to ignore him. walking out of the place with my macdonalds bag, i felt ironic, an image of physical fitness mixed with unhealthy fast food decadence.
leaving work, i bumped into adam at south station. he was reading a book about lathes. when the train arrived we got in. i thought i smelled smoke, and when i turned around, i saw a man smoking on the train. and not just any smoke mind you, but he was hitting the chronic. the audacity! a man who looked like the train conductor stood next to him, shaking his head. at the next stop, an mbta worker can into the train. "get out!" he told the man. "i've had enough of your shenanigans!" he shouted. the man, obviously high, stumbled out of the train, and we heard some commotions, perhaps he was getting arrested.