Running Commentary

Shut Up & Let Me Run. November 09 2006

I haven’t run enough lately & I’ve eat WAY too much tiny chocolate bars (like, BAGS of them). So yesterday I dropped Noah off at his kindergarten & headed to my Mom’s to either use her treadmill or grab my stuff and run OUTSIDE (shaking fat and all).

So I get there and ring her doorbell (she likes to keep us all locked out so SHE can control the door), no answer, but I can see that her TV is on. Odd. She did mention she might go to town for shopping, but she NEVER goes out and leaves the TV on anymore.

Also I can see a blanket draped across a chair. Another oddity. So I was about to give it up and leave when I heard her phone ringing. I waited 3 rings and was about to step away, when she appeared!

She opened the door and quickly got off the phone. What a state she was in. My father’s flight had been canceled the night before and so wouldn’t be home until MUCH later than originally expected. Well this news sent her into a tail spin and it completely ruined her day.

She had attempted to nap but that plan was foiled by people calling her repeatedly (alright some of those were me…but you never know if she’s home, on another floor or on the phone since she refuses to answer her call waiting and does not have call answer).

Anyway with all the f-bombs she was dropping and cigarettes she was smoking, I didn’t actually make it to the lower level to run or retrieve my stuff.

So you see where this is going right? It’s obvious. Isn’t it?

It’s totally my mother’s fault that I didn’t run yesterday!

COMPLETELY HER FAULT!

RIght?

Also? I was so stressed after my visit with her that it’s also her fault that I ate a bag of peanut butter cups.

shut up, I’m kidding

sort of