The blog entry that never was.

So I had this fabu idea.  See, while I run I usually think of all these amazing things I can post on my blog.  Seriously they are golden. People see me running along, laughing hysterically to myself and think, "dang, that girl has got some awesome blogging ideas going on!" But then I get home, shower, take Brett to school, do something with my children, put everyone down for a nap, sit at the computer and.......... nothing!  Cannot think of one golden nugget from that morning.

So yesterday I had this brilliant idea.  I will take a pen and shorthand all my brilliant ideas onto my arm as I run.  People see me running along, laughing hysterically to myself, scribbling all over my arm and think, "dang! that girl has really got things together!  can't wait to read this blog entry!"  But then I get home, shower, take Brett to school, do something with my children, put everyone down for a nap, sit at the computer and .........  since you all are higher life forms than myself I'm sure you already spotted the OBVIOUS problem.  You know, the scribble all over my arm, get home, shower part?

So today I get even more brilliant and plan to write everything down the second I get home.  You know, before I shower?  Oh, all the best laid plans.  Because today is the day I am going to run 5 whole k (because I only have 3 more practice days, EEP!) but today is also the day I get out of the house FORTY FIVE minutes later than usual.  So instead of the awe-inspiringly hilarious blog entry this was supposed to be, you can enjoy today's arm scribbles.

S.I.2.H = sun is too hot

I.H.T.S = i hate the sun

T.S.I.M.M.E = the sun is my mortal enemy

I.W.K.E =
I'm actually a little ashamed of this scribble.  Please keep in mind that today was supposed to be my day of total triumph.  Yesterday I ran a world-record breaking time of 26 consecutive minutes (totally smashed my previous record of 10) and today I was supposed to run minimum 35 minutes, maximum whole 5k.  I was going to at least complete the circuit even if I was cry walking by the end.  But today, well, I ran 18 min (just over 2 k) and then I cry-walked my apples home.  And in my bitter throws of agony I did not think "I want Kielbasa, Eminem!"  No, no.  My animosity towards running, and the sun, and delicious sausage extended to the world population.
I.W.K.E = i will kill everyone

I.W.K.E

Then a firetruck went by, and seriously
T.I.S.S.A.A.F.T = there is something sexy about a fire truck.