Yesterday I got back into the world of running. Trying to carry as little as possible when I run, I carry only a water bottle and a key chain that has two keys and a pepper spray thing on it. I noticed that when I store the key chain in my shorts, the pepper spray forms a bulge that looks kind of like a small but firm penis. I worried on this point for awhile and talked myself into believing that this is Midtown, and there are probably lots of transgendered runners, nothing to be self-conscious about.

I mean, it’s hard not to be self-conscious anyways, when you’re running, panting, sweating, stumbling around, trying hard to remain upright, and not pass out. Other people seem to look so graceful and carefree when they run. Those moments for me happen occasionally, but more often than not, I’m hoping that nobody is looking my way, because it’s not pleasant.

No other news to report since yesterday. I cleaned my apartment, spent some time at home. I played with my cat.