Every race I hope that the distance will be short. For example, when running a marathon, I hope and hope and hope that my Garmin will read 26.02 when I cross the finish line.
I can't get hold of the sugar problem. I quit my New Year's Resolution to only have one treat/day. Of course. I blame the failure on the Cool Mint Oreos. They stole my soul.
I got a new job! I'm serving at a restaurant in town and the other day I waited on a producer that is filming a movie. They have been shooting all over town over the last few weeks. I wished he said, "Hey! You're fun! Come star in this movie I'm producing!"
Same lines- I still dream about standing alone on stage and belting out a high C. I've never felt it before, but I know- KNOW- that that would be one of the most incredible feelings in the world.
I loathe strength training. Why do I hate it so bad? Could it be because I love my couch so much?
I updated my candy drawer.
I'm always scared to run my next run after my long run. (Did that even make any sense?) Injury has made me a pansy.
Sometimes I lay in my bed reading for over an hour after my kids wake up. They'll be watching cartoons, filling pots up with water to play with bath toys, and eating their weight in clementines all while I'm wishing I could hit the snooze button on my children. Mother of the year? Definitely.
Your turn. Spill it.