the great gatsby

i ran tonight after work. i think it was in the high 30's or low 40's with a stiff wind. immediately after getting home from work, i forced myself to find running clothes and scoot out the door before i had time to manufacture an excuse (it's too cold, it's too dark, halloween candy tastes good, etc). it went ok. i warmed up after about 11 minutes. i put in about 5.7 miles.

i'm really loving my new 305, its awesome. i wore the heart rate monitor tonight. it worked really well, but did give some false readings in the first couple of minutes. this thing even knows when i run on the other side of the street on an out and back route; its crazy. i'm just this little dot on the earth but the satellites know when i'm on the right or left side of a neighborhood road? that is insane.

in other news, i went to a party this weekend thrown by an old co-worker. it felt like a scene out of the great gatsby. the house it was being held at was ridiculous (it felt like a westin hotel or something), and everyone was wearing their trendy prada, talking about how much money they make, and stuff like that. it was weird. i only new about 6 people, and just about all of them are nice and down to earth. i can't speak for the rest of the people; i can only go by what i experienced that night. i hope i'm not like that. i don't think that i am. please tell me i am not like that. it was great to see some old faces and re-connect, but on some level it felt like a society in which i hope to never enter.