The topper on my day (I am going to keep this as short and sweet as possible because really, who wants to come here to listen to me complain?) came at the very end, right after I closed the door to my office and started unpacking my running clothes from my backpack. Normally, this would be the highlight of my day: the quick-change from corporate signora to pigtailed-running chica–lacing up my sneaks, strapping on my watch, imagining my run over the 59th Street Bridge, during which I leave all the workday detritus in Manhattan (lucky for me, it still can’t keep up as I run over the bridge).
But, alas, not today. No. I was done in by my 8am uncaffeinated brain (you know, the one that packed my gear this morning for the run home). Back to the scene: me, in my beige skirt, aqua sweater, brown blazer and pink-and-white cow print socks (I’d already gleefully kicked of my knee-high boots), head down, staring into my bag, thinking, Surely I packed my sports bra? And my running tights?
Ah, that would be No. Now, flash forward about 12 hours. That would be me, getting up before dawn, to get in Monday’s run on Tuesday morning. Not that I’m complaining. Just, just… sharing.
So, who else would be disappointed if Haile decided to run the 10,000 instead of the marathon in Beijing?
Pigtails Flying 
I didn’t know Haile Selassie was a runner.
I’m sure there’s a lot you don’t know about Haile Selassie. But how did we get on that topic?