I have always wanted to run a 1/2 marathon. Now I have. I enjoyed it. Until I realized how crucially important training is. I believe I only ran 7 consecutive miles before race day and shoot, I think I did fine. Except for that part where I had to stop at mile 8 for a unexpected morning poop (I sure hope no one really reads my blog) in one of those sick-nasty Port-a-Johns. Then I was carrying my phone with me for tunes just to find out my internet connection magically shut off, so around mile 5 or 6 I called up my mom and dad just to chat while I puttered along. I couldn't believe the array of people running. Big people, small, skinny, tall, fit, not so much, barefoot, spandex, dry fit, cotton, old, young, even a juggler. Yes, he juggled the whole race. Ridiculous! Just to sum it all up. I loved it. The experience rocked, but next time I'll wear different undies and have a friend because it got a lil' lonely out there on the pavement.
Recently, I was having a conversation about my life, what I'm doing and where I'm going. I threw out ideas like being an R.D., a P.A., a nurse, a teacher, massage therapist, a missionary, and he gets this bright idea how I could be a "stay-at-home-mom". Of course, my first response is, "You need two things for such a career." Naturally, one would be a hubby (who preferably makes good dough) and second a babe or two. I totally blew it off until today. I thought, shoot, why not?! I just need to start doing some serious husband shopping. Then I can bank on being one of those moms who just tends to the kids, the house, local volunteering and excessive exercise to keep my trophy wife figure. haha, yeah right. That's not me, but then again. Who am I? Where I be?
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