Bad ideas
My feet were aching this morning as we started our run. WE were all complaining about the difficulties we had at the race on Saturday.
I said, “All I could think of was that I felt like crap and next month I’m supposed to do a 10K after swimming a mile and biking 25. Seems like a bad idea.”
R said, “Yup, but you like that.”
K said, “yeah, you don’t just like those bad ideas…you cleave to them. You’re like a pitbull with lockjaw.”
I laughed.
K said, “Remember that they have to SHOOT those pitbulls with lockjaw in order to get them to let go of what’s in their mouths.”
R said, “A pimple? With lockjaw!?”
I screamed in her face, ”A PITBULL!! PITBULL WITH LOCKJAW.”
Damn…how do I have any friends?
June 12, 2007 at 10:39 am
Yeah, I ask myself that every day. Weren’t we separated at birth? Not sure how that would have worked (I’ve got a birth certificate that says I was born in Virginia - but it could be a lie) but that’s the only explanation. Do you have any odd scars?
June 12, 2007 at 12:15 pm
It made me so happy to see my photo of you on the top of your blog. And it makes me happy to see you at the top of your blog!
Yay!
Jen