Random Thoughts

 

So…. It’s completely nutritionally sound to eat Hummus by the spoonful, right?  I mean, I thought so, I just wanted to make sure somebody else thought so.  It’s like I can’t stop (and I won’t stop).  It doesn’t matter how socially unacceptable it is to bath in the stuff, I’m going to start, and my family better like it.

It has been almost a year since I was able to run outside.  A YEAR!!!!  This treadmill has it’s perks, don’t get me wrong.  Catching up on seasons of shows is easy when you can do it while mindlessly running in place.  But there is something I miss about running outside.  If only the state didn’t look down on leaving small children alone for long period of time… Can dog’s be considered babysitters?

That looks like what I need.

I guess I will just continue to keep at the treadmill until I convince one of the neighbors that they want to watch the hellions for an hour.  Maybe I could just get them to knock on the door and sit there until they call the police. And by that time I should be home. Lets go with that plan.  I can see nothing going wrong with this plan…

Except that it’s my kids.  And they are pretty much crazy.  It’s the same reaction I have to them every day.

When Life Throws you a Curveball

Sometimes, life just gets in the way and there is nothing you can do about it.  You do your best to claw and scratch your way out of the hole you find yourself in and all you can do is cling to the edge and hang there until you find the strength to pull yourself out.  So you put off doing those things that don’t seem to matter as much any more… like writing.  But now I find myself with thoughts in my brain and no where to write them down.  So what better time to pick back up with the blog and let the endless word association game commence.  And maybe this time life won’t seem so heavy.
I had a dream last night.  It was one of those dreams that I hate.  I spent the entire dream attempting to get to the start/finish line of a race.  Now, I have no clue what type of race it was other than a “running” race; 5K, 12K, or a marathon.  I have no clue.  But I spent the entire dream trying to find shoes and socks while waiting in a line for the the port a pot that was never ending and listening to the start gun explode all the while trying to get my crap together.  It was maddening, I tell you.

My type A personality just couldn’t handle it.  And I never did get the race started.
I have been running, more on than off and it feels good.  I’m trying to make less excuses for why not and trying to just “do”.  Here’s to hoping that I can maintain that thought process.