ran at least a mile more than i intended. got lost in Prospect Park. worst part of it is that the extra parts my foolishness subjected me to were largely uphill.
i have a thing about baby strollers. don't want to get into it now, but some of them seem more like aircraft carriers than simple transportation aids. this distaste is of course activated any time i come to Park Slope. on my walk from about 10th st down to 15th st, i passed six strollers. only one of which was of what i'd deem an acceptable size. i also passed one three-legged dog. he was moving slowly but seemed to be doing ok. interestingly, he hadn't been neutered. i guess the vet determined that since he didn't have two hind legs it would be somewhat difficult for him to mount a bitch. so in a twist of beautiful irony, he got to keep his manhood. his left hind leg was mere stub, and that coupled with a big pair of balls bouncing around, was rather odd to see.
i'm feeling weak in a way that's ok because i just finished running but distressing in that there is a keg being delivered here in about an hour. i sense some legitimate hot dog consumption in my future.