A Little Over 17

Today was another blissful run, a 17 miler. Scott (the Nazi Stopwatch Man) and I did a bit over 17, as I told him I'd rather go over than be under in mileage. Total running time was 2 hours 36 minutes and, just like the song, "I feel good (du-nuh-na-nuh-na-nuh-na-nuh). I knew that I would." Actually, I was so weak at the gym last night, I came home early and went to bed at 8PM! I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to run today, but I surprised myself. Not only did I run, but I ran well. Could have run farther and could have run harder. Knees are hurting though.

I like this running thing. I think I'm hooked.

We ran the last 3 miles on the blue track, inside, once again. And once again I bared to the world my spandex clad body. But, once again, I was too hot and sweaty to care.

My face hurts. I think my sensitive skin has been burned by the wind. We had a nippy and slightly harsh east wind to accompany us on our run today. Not only is my face a blushing shade of red, but it burneth greatly.

We ran past my country house today--the house I wanted to buy before we bought this one. (It's kinda hard to purchase a home, though, when the seller is in Mexico and doesn't take offers while they're there!) It was hiding behind the tree line, off past the field, just where I'd left it. My heart hit a painful twinge as my runny-nosed running group ran by...how was my big garden that I never got to plant things in getting along? And what about my fruit trees that were sitting in the perfect spot to the west of the house? And the calves--were they still in that pasture behind the back patio? The dog runs, still to the west, ready for my much beloved Lacey dog? Was the wood stove still keeping the family room and country kitchen warm? Did the back door still need to be replaced?

But, oh, wait. That's not my house. Though I wanted it to be. And to think, now I've got my perfect cowgirl hat and no country home to go with it. But I've been thinking, I may just dig up a portion of the back yard this year to expand my little garden plot. One of the nice things about old homes is the landscaping--big ol' trees and lots of shade. That's nice, unless of course, you want to grow things in the SUN in a GARDEN.

I shall be content with what I have, though. This is a beautiful home, and I am thankful for it. I can really work my lats while scrubbing the wood floors on the enitre top level. Then I can work my triceps and biceps by vacuuming all that wonderfully light colored carpet downstairs. And once it's vacuumed, I can thus work my lats and my arms by steaming all the dirty spots out of said light colored carpet.

Looks like my time is up, as the oven screams to me that the pizza is done cooking, and the son is giving me a great, in-depth, run down of homonyms. Boy, does he have a loooong list to tell me about. What a smart little guy he is.

Off I go, to eat a few more rolos (why do they have to wrap them--I can't eat as many that way!), and serve my little dears. Life is good.