



Today was a good day. I thought we would have some rain by this am, because the weather report last night said so. The weather report this am said not until 5 or 6. Bleh. Fine, I'll go and jog. And there was no desire to do it. (hang in there for the run-on) I managed through the first mile and then went on my way to the highschool that is rediculously close to the house with its fancy track that somehow is always locked and I'm not bitter at all about every time I jog up to the stadium and get to see the lovely sign that reads something along the lines of:
H.I.S.D. encourages fitness.
Please feel free to use the track. (we'll just keep it locked all the time and hope that you get fat because we really don't encourage Jack. We do like to post signs that will pump you up, only to let you way down. Thanks for being our Nancy.)
whatever, Hutto High School Athletic Department. You are dead to me. Dead.
Went on with my jog. Just when I was feeling like it was a walk is likely to replace the jog day, another mom comes strolling along at a good pace with her iPod.
I. don't. think. so.
I kept on, people. And she was doing better than a ten minute mile, but I played suit and kept pace with her. Then she rounded a corner just ahead of me. I kept on, jogged about a block, and then preceded to the walk that I had set my mind on. I showed her. Guess who came up behind me? Same mom. Still strutting. Listening to her iPod. So.... long story short. Because I'm hardcore and sick and demented like that, I jogged along with her. I let her take me a good mile and a half (the half is a lie, it was just another mile), and then I turned the opposite corner and headed home. I may be competitive, but I'm not crazy. I need to find my way back, lady. And I don't know where you're leading me that is seeming so desperately far away from my fruit loops and hazelnut coffee awaiting me at home.
That, and I was spent. *just a bit*
Oh, yeah. We bought a new house. More pictures to come...


4 comments:
The new house is gorgeous... but I am worried about your lovely landscaped yard ;p)
That looks like a GREAT yard for the kids to play in....and for you to kill the plants!! CONGRATS!
No worries, ladies. Everything is native to Texas. Translation: drought resistant. LOVE IT!
the nerve of that woman acting all marathon champ; she probably was breathing at a regualar rate and rhythm and not at all winded; triathlon trainee or something; you showed her Beck....you showed her!
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