Thursday, March 12, 2009

No I Wasn't Just Tired, It Was a Sign From God

So I tried to run my 6 mile tempo on where else but my treadmill. Shocked right? I say try because my 5 month old kept waking up (of course by the time I made it up two flights of stairs to her room she was back to sleep) and my dinner kept wanting to make a reappearance (note to self: Taco Bell not such a good choice for a pre-run meal but who knew?) and I had a rock in my shoe (for the love of all that is Holy, I run in my basement on my treadmill, where did that rock come from?). So at 4 1/2 miles when my daughter woke up once again, I took it as a sign from God. It was time to call it a night.

Oh and my rock theory: I'm thinking that the same little 3 year old princess who likes to store her silverware in my vents, stickers on her infant sister, and even pilfer the baby Jesus and his manger from her Nana's nativity and store them secretly in her bed, was quite possibly the same one who was responsible for storing a rock in my running shoe. Then again, I also have a tendency to blame that same 3 year old for my missing car keys, purse, cell phone, TV remote control and pretty much any item that is eventually found in someplace other than where I thought it belonged despite the fact that it is frequently quite impossible for her to have placed said items where I find them. Although, I do recall this little certain someone stashing rocks in her pockets on her last trail run. Yeah, I'm going with Chloe.

'Til next time...

1 comment:

timothyodell said...

your lucky she wasn't collecting sharp sticks