When There's Too Much Time to Think

I went for a run tonight. Ok, that's mostly a lie, but not a total one. I recently dreamt about running to get back in shape. Does that count?

But today, I faced the reality that the dryer has NOT been shrinking my cloths and I've become the incredible expanding woman, I headed out on a 3.5 mile jog after work.

Well, I didn't get very far jogging, see, I'm very conscientious about people looking at me. And I don't like ducks looking at me either. The place I like to walk is a little place called Lake Ella and it is INFESTED with Muscovy ducks. You know, those ugly ducks that like to hiss. I didn't like the way they looked at me while jogging by, so I walked, quickly.

I walked and walked and walked. The air was nippy yet refreshing. I thought a lot, in between watching strange men tumble out of bushes in front of me. I wondered why when growing up, no one told me about aging and that single, wild, black hairs would pop up in odd places on my body. There's a lot more I wondered, but I'll save that for another day.

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