Maybe I slept so well due to the 5k I ran yesterday morning. As I turned the corner right before the finish line, I looked up at the clock and couldn't believe my eyes: It said 34 minutes!
What? I ran almost the entire route, I should be coming in between 30 and 32 minutes. I felt strong and I had decent form and I wasn't fatigued. Crap. I crossed the finish line at 34:38 and decided, after a pout, to take it as a warning: I need to train more for the half marathon in October. And maybe do a few more 5k events before then.
I filled up the bird feeders yesterday and within 90 minutes the first one was empty. But I just love seeing the
At church this morning I thought of amusing ways to describe what it is like to get ready for church with two children and then I realized 90% of you already know what that's like and really it isn't all that amusing because I am not Erma Bombeck, God rest her hilarious soul. At least I am no longer in a one bathroom house with a teenaged girl. Now that was murder on a Sunday morning.
Have a happy day!