Twelve

No, school doesn’t start in twelve days. The first day is in more like 16 days.

No, Craig won’t be home in twelve days. He’ll actually be home in less than twelve days.

I actually ran twelve miles this morning.

I know! Crazy, right?

The idea of running twelve miles is just about as crazy as my hair looked this morning when I first put on my headband.

Don’t worry, I wore a hat. I consider that a favor to all of humanity.

Caroline was at a birthday party/sleepover this morning, so I figured it would be wise for me to use this free time to get in a few miles. Because who doesn’t like to get up at 6am on a Sunday morning? In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have chosen twelve miles, which proved to be a bit too ambitious for my tired old legs. Eight to ten miles would have been more reasonable, considering how little I’ve been able to run this summer. But, I’ve never claimed to be a genius; so twelve it was.

It wasn’t the prettiest sight, I confess. But, I did it. I didn’t stop, I didn’t cry and I didn’t fall flat on my face, so I consider that a successful run.

And now I’m tired. And spending some quality time with my foam roller.
I’d take a nap, but I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately. A mid-day nap would only make night time sleep even more elusive. The good news is that Caroline and her slumber party mates stayed up until 1 am last night. Now I have a great excuse to get Caroline into bed early. And by early, I mean before 10. That kid is never tired. And even if she is, she won’t admit it, nor will it show in her behavior. Some kids totally melt down when they’re tired; Caroline remains as even keeled as ever. In fact, the only time Caroline ever gets crabby is when she’s hungry, which doesn’t surprise me because both Craig and I are the same way.

Besides my running pursuits this morning, I can safely say that not much else will be happening today. So, before I hit publish and go downstairs and see the Play Doh treats Caroline and her friends are creating for me, let me take a minute to ask you a question.

When you see this bottle of nail polish, all light pink and sparkly and girly, what would you think this specific polish is named?

Think about it a little and I’ll tell you the name tomorrow.
Advertisements

6 responses

  1. I think it should be called "Grandma's Toe Neenies."Well, maybe not. That reminds me of that nail fungus commercial and the thick, gnarly looking toenails that old people have that make me gag.Changing the subject…congrats on Twelve and that Caroline is learning German (from your Twiiter tweet).Say, how do you like your dad on Facebook? Pretty scary, huh?

  2. I know, I never want old lady toe nails. I suppose if I really didn't want them, I'd quit running because runner toenails are grody. Getting old scares me. I already starting to get saggy skin on my knees. Waaaaaah!!Dad on Facebook (spacebook, ha!) is scary. You'll have to keep an eye on him.PS– school needs to start ASAP. I'm so over summer.

  3. Ha! I like pepto sparkle!You'll be surprised what it's named. I'll tell you tomorrow.Wouldn't it be fun to have a job naming cosmetics. How would one go about getting a job like that?

  4. Hmmm… cotton candy shimmer? kiss of sparkle? pink parade? baby kiss pink? not enough red paint mixed with silver? girly glitter? They all have crazy names. Can't wait.

  5. 12 miles!!!! From Jazzercise to running 12 miles!! I can't even run 12 steps – good for you!Oh – I've been wanting to make green smoothies cuz running to get shots of wheatgrass is just too time consuming, not to mention expensive! What do you put in yours???

Yo.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s