The Best Day

Today was a very good day. I might even call it my best day in a long time.

Yes. I will call it that. Here I go:

Today was the best day I’ve had in a long time.

First, I weighed in and found my weight has hit the lowest level in over a year. Diets do work, friends. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, including that little negative voice in the back of your head.

The weather was perfect today. Sunny, blue sky, no wind. I woke up in plenty of time to go race. My nephew and my dad were there to see me turn in my second-best time ever, and my dad even got multiple pictures of when I crossed the finish line. I saw a friend I hadn’t seen in a while and he kinda-sorta invited me to run in the Helvetia 10K, and I was in such a good mood I actually considered it!

My dad helped me with some re-wiring and bought me a delicious soy chai and muffin.

There was a Mythbusters marathon on all day!

Heck, I even made an ex-girlfriend cower behind her imaginary boyfriend, simply by walking by! How great is that?

Yes, a good day. Whenever anyone would ask me how the day went… I would actually tell them, and talk about the 5K I ran and how well I did and how great it feels and what running has done for me. Normally I’m not so talk-y but today I was a chatterbox. It was kinda funny.

Tracy told me that, with the great day I was having, I should buy a lottery ticket!

So I walked down to the corner market and bought one of everything. One Megabucks, one PowerBall, and two scratch-offs with a potential prize of $10,000. I haven’t bought a lottery ticket of any kind in years. I was a chatterbox with the emotionally-detatched lady behind the counter and she just gave me an expressionless vacant stare as if I was high or drunk. I was high on the best day I’ve had in a long time, lady!

As I left, I turned back and made one last attempt to engage her by asking if she’d ever seen “My Name is Earl”.

“No,” she said. “What’s that?”

“It’s… um… a teevee… show?” I tried to explain about how Earl was a bad person but he bought a lottery ticket and got hit by a car and tried to turn his life around… but she just looked at me. Did she think I was a bad person now? Did she think I wanted to get hit by a car? Did she care? Did she even breathe? Holy crab!

I left before she harshed my groove.

I just didn’t want today to end.