The Boston Marathon was run today and I wasn't in it.
In general, I'm pretty happy with my decision to quit running marathons. It's not like I was going to win one of them, but on days like today I'm a little disappointed. It would have been nice if everyone else had quit too. Is that so much to ask?
Meanwhile, I'm also a little miffed about these grey hairs of mine. It's not that I begrudge their existence. At this point in my life, I fully expect to see them popping up in various places on my head. That's ok with me. What disturbs me is how defiantly they stick out.
I don't mean that their presence is jarring or especially visible against my silky black locks. I mean that they literally stick out. For the most part, my hair is straight, but these little grey bastards can be wavy, occasionally bordering on curly.
They're like pubic hairs. Grey pubes on my head. Combined with my occasional acne, it's like I'm entering old-man puberty. I can't wait to see what starts happening with my penis!