And certainly not on the treadmill.
I run wearing a pair of boots and hiding a pair of high heels in my bag. Changing into ones and back to the others depending on whose doors I hit.
I run between cars looking for my old VW Beetle, so small and lost amongst humongous cars I feel bad for abandoning my caretaker.
I run carrying with me the inevitable ten minutes late: this is a bit of my trademark lately. Trying to suit the data hourly spread on my black organizer. By fitting appointments with a skill that reveals a past champion of Tetris. Compiling lists and patrolling the skies looking for a flight to Paris.
Trying not to miss anything. Trying to park. Trying not to leave the iPhone on my desk at the office.
I have to go to the dry cleaner to pick up the black jacket. Before it is too late, before it’s tonight’s party.
I should buy one thousand white lights because the desire of the week is a house that is a bit my corner of the sky.
I have to stop believing that today is Friday.
I have to get Chris Martin out of my head.
I have to write a piece on charismatic men, those who make our hearts beat faster even in the movies.
I have to meet my friend at Chopin (an airport in Warsaw, Poland). And pamper her and myself; at tonight’s fashion event but fist, while losing our heads in Ikea (because we don’t have one here, in LT)
I have to finish watching the parades in New York. And understand whether this plethora of chic black and white color combinations, ’90s-inspired oversize silhouettes, and metallic sheens convince me. We all love a little shine, right?
I should run now.
But not on the treadmill…
Have a gorgeous Saturday, cupcakes and share whether and where do you run, while leaving your favorite running shoes resting at home?
Images 2,3,10 are mine the rest: via pinterest.com