I Have Something To Tell You
I’ve been really loving blogging lately. I feel like I have finally hit my style – shorter, more specific posts that allow me to cover the many things I love to discuss. I can go from serious posts like my “Stuffed With Emptiness” series to workouts to stuff with the kids to laughing at myself.
Everyone may not love it all, but I hope sharing more of myself allows us each to connect in our own way. I literally always have something to say (and I like a variety), so I appreciate the chance to come here and do so. Yet sometimes, things get put aside and I don’t want them to miss out on the blogging fun. So here you have some random parts of the day that I don’t want to get lost in the vortex of my “to blog” list.
I sat in my car for 30 minutes before starting my run this morning.
The past few weeks it started getting light enough to run by 6:30. Not so this morning. I tried three times to go out, but then the heeby-jeebies of running in the dark got to me, so I turned around. I finally gave up and chilled in the car until shortly after 7.
I always hard core crave beer the day of my long runs.
I crave it so badly, in fact, that I went to the store specifically for beer this afternoon. It was the star of my afternoon snack.
An afternoon snack that featured a scrambled egg with pepperjack cheese sandwich, a bottle of Blue Moon Pumpkin Ale, and a Reese’s peanut butter cup. That may just be the most random combination I have ever had. I don’t care. I adored every bite/sip.
I hate that I look younger than I actually am.
I got carded at the store when buying the beer. That didn’t bother me. The fact that the cashier said he didn’t think I looked like my license picture and made me show him my credit card as another form of ID annoyed me. Apparently I still look like I’m in high school. I may appreciate it when I’m 50…but I don’t right now.
I’m contemplating spending $65 on a cake for Makenzie’s birthday party.
I fell in love with the cake at one of her friend’s parties. A fellow mom friend makes cakes on the side. I decided to reach out to her about making Makenzie’s cake because I could once again have the best cake ever and also support a friend. $65 is steep for something to eat. But I can’t get the dang cake out of my head. I’m waiting to make a decision when my food head is more clear – aka not the day of a long run.
We’re about to head out for a family night at a location about an hour away. I will likely fall asleep within 5 minutes of Peter driving. And I can’t wait.
Have a good night friends!
- What do you usually crave the day of a long run or tough workout?
- Do people tend to think you’re older/younger than you are?