A $200 mistake, in MY favor!

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Today, 18^th, I ran in the rain for only 17 minutes. It wasn't the rain that kept the run short as much the other things I need to do. Also, I ran like crazy.  I pushed the pace during the whole run. It felt really good. I imagined the pedestrians looking at me and seeing that I was working hard.
They wouldn't see so that it was running fast—though I would be traveling faster than they were—but they would see concentration and earnest effort on my face. Mind you, it wouldn't be a grimace, but a look of essential satisfaction; they would see someone truly enjoying the working of his body. 

At one point, I consciously wanted to put a smile on my face. I wanted to show a difference between the person training for the marathon and the one running now with pure joy. Such a smile often comes when I hear some joke from Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me. A grimace might come, not from physical pain, but from mental anguish at the thought of something stupid that was done by Congress, Obama, or by Steve King (my(!) representative to congress).

21^st:  I again ran today for a short time…this time because I was worried that I wouldn’t have time to get to class.  When I got back to the apartment, I wanted to take a shower, but Elena had washed some sheets and filled up the bathroom with them as they were hung to dry.  I decided to go with greasy hair and a sweaty back.  NO Problems.  Just as I got on the street, buzzing toward the metro, I realized that I was an hour early.  So I had no problems at all.  I was even able to get some cards with English letters, and I was able to get my pay.  AND I was able to notice that there was a $200 mistake—in my favor, no less!  A happy day.