So it’s Thursday so I usually tell you super exciting and intimate details about my life such as…random things the kids said and if I snuck an extra dessert (“Mom, are you free balling it?” and why yes I did). But back to running and fun stuff like that….
On Sunday. So the best thing about finishing a race, is finishing the race. After running with Angel and Margot, I learned about their running club ‘Beat by a Girl’. If you’re in the OC, it’s definitely worth checking this group out – they seem like a great bunch of ladies and accommodate runners of all shapes, sizes, spaces and paces…
More On Sunday. Somehow I missed these two cutie patooties and their fabulous sign. Aren’t they adorable (and clearly very resourceful)?
LB Expo. So totally random, but on Friday at the Expo I was
frantically trying to rally the kids walking back to the car from the Expo and this woman came up to me asking for directions. I thought she looked like OctoMom and shrugged it off. On Sunday I saw her again and then did some looking and realized that it was, in fact, OctoMom. So there was my pseudo-celebrity sighting for the month.
Janky Knee/Hips. So the knee went from pretty much fine on Sunday post-race to being a little crabbier by Tuesday. Maybe it’s like me…it gets crabbier the less it runs. After rest days Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday’s 2 hour flight seemed to REALLY fire it up, so I just considered drinking a glass of red wine with a chocolate cookie a workout and called it a day.
In order to remind me to rest for a few days, Vanilla made this fabulous sign and stuck it on my desk. Apparently it was to remind me rest days are important. He’s so sweet.
So Cold. I’m in Denver for work and had the great idea to go for a quick high altitude run this morning. Um…yeah, no. The 3 in front of the temperature (as in 33), frost on the windows and my severe lack of appropriate clothing, I just took a quick spin on the elliptical and called it a much warmer day! It might almost be Halloween, but I’m a SoCalWeenie.
What’s the best sign anyone’s made for you?
Do your kids ever keep you in check?