Frozen Hands, Fire Shoes, and Trash Hot Chocolate

Of course the first day of the jogging season would be on the coldest day that I have touched the outdoors all year.  It may have been a little warmer if I was running with a couple more bright faces, but instead it was just me and my boy Rob jogging to save our own lives from the freezing cold. 

We took a tour outside the walls of The College's campus starting at confusion corner.  The jog began with a debate on whether to tour the campus in a clockwise or counter-clockwise direction.  We chose clockwise, much to our dismay as a nice pretty thing went by us in the opposite direction halfway through.  It was all good though.  Going in this direction allowed for perfectly placed pit stops for my boy Rob, who was enjoying a two egg breakfast along with a nice dose of cleansing vitamins.  But this combination was a stop for the best.

Our first stop was the beautiful Miller Hall.  Here, I met a nice guy, 22 year vet. of the United States Army, just like my own father, who was nice enough to open up about his own life to me.  He spoke to me about his son who turned down athletic scholarships to pursue a career in the medical field.  You see, that's what this thing is all about.  He explained to me that his son loved the study that he was getting into and it was his passion to follow this dream.  Some may say that his son is crazy to turn down scholarships.  But I say, what's worse that a life full of emotional debt taxed with an interest rate of regret.  This was an inspiring bathroom break.

We got back on the path as soon as my hands chose to defrost, somehow it always works that way.  After a couple more stops and a pick up of pace as soon as some girls jog by we finished.  Hands frozen and numb.  Luckily Aroma's was right around the corner and things were looking up.  That is until the Hot Chocolate was served.  Who wants unsweetened Hot Chocolate, really though.  I was thoroughly disappointed.  However, it led to small talk and time to share elementary school experiences of learning our taste buds by tasting bitter chocolate.  Hence, my distaste for a life similar to a box of chocolates.

After Aroma's our journey led to the Tennis center.  But before we made our way to the car Rob's flashy shoes caught the eyes of a dapper young lady.  Unfortunately it was just the shoes...