This evening I was running errands and heard Strawberry pipe up from the back seat.
Strawberry: [reading National Geographic kids…’cause let’s face it, only he would] Mom, did you know herring communicate by passing gas.
A little time passes…and apparently much gas because eventually I hear yelling from the other room.
Strawberry: Hey Mom! Check it out, I’m the great herring communicator.
This, my friends, is my life.
Which got me thinking…about thinking…
With my post-ankle sprain recovery here I’m having to go slow…suuuper slow which means I have lots of time to think while I’m running – not just obsessing about my watch and speed.
This morning I found myself rewriting the “Night Before Christmas” to the “Night Before the Race”, praying, dreaming about bagels and wondering when Pumpkin Spice was showing up at Starbucks (good news -the answer was today!).
So maybe going slow isn’t all that bad. I had a breakfast planned, a plan of attack for a work project, some monster processing and reflection about the “big things” in my life right now…and the sun was barely peaking over the mountains by the time I was done.
What consumes your thoughts when you’re running?
Are you a herring communicator? [you don’t really have to answer that]