Thursday, March 26, 2009

For the Love of All That is Holy, We NEED Another Post

I know right. It's been a couple days since I posted anything and you're absolutely lost without me.

Here's the scoop. When I started this silly, yet somehow extremely enjoyable and addictive running blog, I had a million different ideas on what I was going to share with you. But since my brilliant ideas are often lost because of the various antics of a 3 year old such as dropping her fathers wrenches down our vents, or our silverware, or her princess stickers, or tiny pieces of paper that come from things like my grocery list, mail, or every once in awhile a book (my God, woman buy some vent covers already...didn't know I could also read minds did you?) I took precautions, that way I'd always be able to share with you my pearls of wisdom. I wrote them down. The list is ever growing and about to trickle onto a second page.

So what's the problem? You're gonna love this...I lost the paper. While I'd love to somehow blame this on my 3 year old like I tend to do with pretty much every missing item in the household even the ones that are eventually found in places she could not possibly have put them, I know deep down, this was all me.

It's not neccessarily that I can't remember what I wrote. I can, well, at least some. Enlightening little pieces about chin fat, post pregnancy jiggle, and trail running for the CIA. It's just so freaking depressing, to have all that vanish. I couldn't bring myself to the keys to type you all a little something.

So here's what I'm going to do. First, clean this pit of an office and see if I can find it because just moving the papers around here and there does not seem to be doing the trick (shocking!) Second I am going to start a new list...welcoming any and all suggestions because they may also in fact trigger some of my own.

Oh wait. Joy of all joys! I just found it. I guess the trick was moving the papers around and turning them over. It was just upside down. Looks like you will also have the distinct pleasure of hearing about sweating salt, stinky clothes, and oh yes...butt cramps. Aren't you so excited I found it?

See you tomorrow...

PS. You are of course still welcome to share with me your ideas. Although I can make no promises as to where they might lead me...

5 comments:

Karen said...

I'd love to hear your thoughts on stinky running clothes. So, I'm finally on the treadmill and working up a sweat when I start to notice a strange odor. That's when I remember I've been spit up on today and while it has dried, the sweat seems to reactivate and strengthen the baby spit up smell. The question I pose to you is do you dare stop and change your shirt and risk losing momentum or letting "them" know you've stopped or continue through the smell? This is similiar to "must you fart on my long run" except you are in fact the smell and no matter how fast you run you can't escape it!

RunMom said...

Hmmmm...Excellent question! I'm afraid to provide you with an adequate response I'll need a bit more information. Exactly how far into the run are you? Close to the finish or have you just begun? Are you at home and wearing a sports bra? Can your shirt just be tossed off in mid-stride? Exactly how distracted is your son? Is he watching a brand new movie or one that he could lose interest in should you give him the slightest hint you're pausing for a moment? How long has your daughter been asleep for? Any chance darling hubby will watch them later if you can't continue? Exactly how stinky is the stink on a scale of 1 to 10? With one being...hmmm I believe I detect an odor and 10 being I'm know I'm going to puke.

Karen said...

Ok Jedi Master, Let's say half way into your workout and p.s. no woman in their right mind is going to rip off their shirt two months after having a baby. I don't care how bad the stink is, that's just not gaing to happen! Son is asleep, daughter is fussy and in and out of sleep. We'll go with a stink factor of 7, you know like a carton of milk that has been left out in the sun for a couple of days. And don't forget it's like 10pm, if its not done now, it's not going to happen.

RunMom said...

You underestimate my sanity. 6 weeks after sweet pea #2 I let that belly fat flap free after misjudging just how hot I would get and making the mistake of running with a sweatshirt on (no t-shirt underneath). Now I was downstairs in my basement and so only I got to enjoy the post pregnancy jiggle, but I did get to watch every single bounce in the mirror across from my treadmill.

So personally, I'm still probably going with rip that shirt off there girlie. But if it's just not an option it would depend for me on exactly how many minutes more of stink I had to go and how badly I wanted to get that work out in and if breathing without my nose is at all an option.

Anonymous said...

you two are too hilarious-runnanna