Wednesday, October 21, 2009

What to wear?

As a kid my dad taught me about the weather. I’d ask what’s the weather going to be like today. He would respond, about like yesterday. He was usually right. That method worked beautifully in California.

So, now here I am in Virginia. I think to myself: What’s the weather going to be like today. Well, about like yesterday. So I put on my sketchers (sans socks), grab a sweater, and run out the door. No, it is not about like yesterday. It’s COLD. By the end of the day, I couldn’t feel my numb little toes. Suzanne, my office mate, recommended I wear socks the rest of the year. She even offered to provide dressing advice via text if I so desired. Suzanne will let me know when it’s no longer sock weather, she assured me.

So today, I think to myself: What’s the weather going to be like today. Well, about like yesterday. I was mighty cold yesterday. I better wear my scarf. Suzanne comes into work. Looks at my desk where I have my scarf neatly folded. Is that a scarf? It is NOT scarf weather  yet. Socks, yes. Scarf, no. She was right, the scarf was a bit too much.

Maybe I need to take up her offer and start texting her my wardrobe conundrums before I leave the house.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

She flies through the air with the greatest of ease…

So there I was minding my own business, going for a jog with my roommate and neighbor, when all of a sudden everything shifted to slow motion mode.

I saw my foot strike a root. I felt my body fly through the air. I thought Wow I’m flying through the air for a long time. I’m really not looking forward to landing. This isn’t going to feel very good. Sure enough I eventually landed, but now I was sliding. Still sliding. I wonder when I’m going to stop sliding. What will be my course of action once I stop sliding. Am I still really sliding? When I stop I’m going to jump and keep going. I’ve got my plan. Now I just need to stop sliding. Eventually I stopped sliding.

I’m not sure when slow motion mode ended. I may have laid on the ground for an eternity or just moments before I decided that I better get up and start running again.

My friends offered to cut the run short, but how lame would that have been. My knees still would have stung at home AND I would have been sad that I missed a beautiful run around the lake. Talk about double whammy.

Even though, I like to include pictures on posts, there are no pictures today because no one likes to look at scabs.