Running Commentary

Objects May be Closer Than They Appear. September 10 2005

I’m in some sort of odd paradox. There’s probably a rip in the time space continuem thingy or something. Cause EVERYTIME I head out for a run, I mentally plot out my route and think…ahh yeah..that’s 10…maybe 12k. You see I grew up here so I am judging distances by the last time I traveled them…like when I was 12 and my Dad had to drive me.
So I mentally plot out my route (everything is UP FLIPPIN HILL here) and trudge through it…running up hill both ways….then I get Chris to clock (notice…not GPS yet….people…my birthday was in MAY and he STILL hasn’t gotten it for me) and it always always always 7km or less. GAH! And I am always always shocked. I was NOT a lazy child! I was active!
Clearly I am not a good judge of distance.
So I didn’t blog yesterday…I hosted a birthday dinner for a sister that Feffie and I rarely mention. 10 people invaded my home…ate a ton of food and then left. Families dinners consisted of one extra person before we moved…now? It’s an entire leaf added to the table! More chairs than I even own! But it’s good. It’s chaotic. But it’s fun.
So now…I am off to read some blogs.
Did you all know Beth gave birth?
To a BABY!
Geesh.