2 miles barefoot with Sparky SOOO early, 10:08 pace. 2.68 Miles later with Christine at 10:20 pace, and I almost pulled a Superfly 'cause I had just drunk a biggish orange julius and it didn't want to stay put. Blech. But I have an iron stomach, so I was spared any extra humiliation, which is good, as I had already had my fill today.
Today has been all about humility. This morning on my barefoot run I was starting to feel really proud of myself. I hardly even feel it anymore when I run over little tiny rocks. My feet are like IRON! And just as I was thinking this, I stepped on a big, poky rock right on my forefoot, between my big toe and that skinny toe right next to it. It HURT, and I stumbled--nearly falling to the ground. Strike one. (I'm okay, though--don't think I even bruised it.) THEN, later, I was at the grocery store with my precocious 3 year-old. I just had to grab one quick thing, and I was in a hurry. I was whipping around that huge, long car-shaped cart, and my 3 year-old says "Mommy, you are going the wrong way!" I hate it when my kids tell me what to do, so I said "Adam, don't tell me where to go...I know where I'm go..." and just then I bump into a large aisle display of ranch dressing, which collapsed, knocking bottles everywhere. I couldn't even figure out how to put the thing back together. But anyways, my little guy thought it was really funny. And for me, well, it's always nice to meet new people--especially grocery store employees. And nothing grounds you better than, well, getting on the ground and picking up lots of stuff. Strike two. So anyways, now I'm off to bed before the pitcher gets the better of me.
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