Running Commentary

Wet wet wet July 31 2004

This mornings run was good. Actually it was hard. It was only (only? ha) 12k but for some reason it was tough! And rainy! Sometimes VERY rainy!
But still a good run as no one was injured and we maintained a good chuckle the entire way.
We scoped out next weeks long run on the way home. OH MY GOD IT’S SOOO HILLY! A hilly hilly 17k.

In other news, while I was running up the last BIG hill of this weeks run, the girl behind caught up and announced to me that I now have “bulging” calf muscles!! (yes I kissed her full on the mouth. I considered some tongue)
BULGING!
How cool am I?

Seems I am not only forgiven for my mouth, but they think I have been a victim of the a bully! More than one of them received emails about me. I am not pleased about this, but will resist stirring the pot further. We rarely see her anymore anyway.

So now I will go and eat and be happy that I still have friends who have made it a point to tell me that they hope I don’t feel like I should sensor myself in the future.

Yawn and Stretch

I would just like to point out that it’s ten to six in the morning and I’m up…again.
And today?
It’s raining…but NOT thundering. Oh no, no thunder that would postpone our run until tomorrow.
And that’s clearly not going to happen.
BAH!

And It All Blew Over July 30 2004

Well mostly.
There are still a few people not speaking to each other.
But for the most part. NO ONE IS MAD AT ME!
How can this be?
I started a war. (albeit by accident)
Stood on the side lines and watched it unravel.
Not really contributing too much, other than to inadvertantly kick some fallen combatant.
And today? As the smoke clears and the bodies are being bull dozed into mass graves?
I am relatively unscathed.
Barely scraped really.

I don’t understand.

It’s turned out that only one person is being juvenile and ridiculous (and NO it’s not me!!!) and she is the one who has freaked out and made matters much worse with every single stinging email she sent.

And it looks like no one is talking to her (maybe including me…but I hate confrontation so I doubt it).
Meanwhile, everyone is talking to me.
In fact the words “no one blames you for any of this” were emailed me this morning.
hmmm

I like that.

OUCH July 29 2004

 
Meet Chris’s sunburn.

They just don’t make em like they used to 

We recently purchased a Mr Potatoe head for Noah.  Thinking he would have hours and hours of fun, rearranging Mr Spud with his various pieces into funny faces.

He came with NO extra pieces!
1 hat
1 set of eyes
1 mouth (toothy grin)
1 set of shoes
1 set of arm
1 set of ears
1 nose (red oval)
Where is the fun in that?
And the hat? Not the black bowler it once was, it’s a green ball cap!
Mr’s Potatoe head doesn’t wear ball caps! He is far to much of a gentlemen for that!

My mother claims that her spud was an actual spud with pieces you jammed into it. I’m not sure I believe her, although she IS from Newfoundland.