Yep, it's that time of the month again. Just like clockwork or a period, Marcia's Runfessions comes around and lets us clear our consciences of all our transgressions for the month. Mine is a few days late because I had a scheduled post on Friday for the Vision Council and National Sunglasses Day. So without further ado...
I got pulled over for speeding. Yep. I was on my way home from Whole Foods and I spotted the cop, the radar gun, and hit the brakes. But too late, because she pulled out behind me. Crap! She didn't turn the cherries on right away, so I stayed at the speed limit. Starting to relax, I glanced in my rearview mirror and oh no, they were flashing. I pulled into the median and waited. This really young female police officer came up to my window. She couldn't have been more than 15 years old, I swear. After going through her questioning, I handed her my license. She handed it back to me. I had given her my library card. We both laughed, and she told me that she was going to give me a warning. She kept calling me ma'am. Maybe I reminded her of her mom. I don't care. What ever it was, it worked. I didn't even have to play the nurse card....
I keep cutting my finger on the foil on the wine bottles. The struggle is real. Every time I uncork a bottle and try to remove the foil, snip! And I'm bleeding. Thank goodness I have my wine to dull the pain. The only problem I see is that my little patients notice my bandaid and ask me how I got my "owie"... I'm now grateful for wine that has the screw tops. No fuss, no muss. Easy access. All good.
I have somewhat of an obsession with running socks. I really like to think that having good socks is just one other way I can keep my feet happy. The other day I was at Marshall's, and I came upon the sock display. I usually walk right on by, but that day, it was chock full of running socks. There were a ton of SmartWool low running socks. I immediately pulled 4 pairs off the rack. Then I saw a pair of Feetures. I added those to the collection. I also had a couple of pairs of a brand I had never heard of in my hands. Feeling like a hoarder, I put those back. But I did leave the store with 5 pairs of running socks. My feet haven't stopped smiling.
|Feeling like a badass after a fast 10k in 52 minutes this week|
But on a related note, just because I'm riding my bike doesn't mean I'm going to do a triathlon. I know, all the cool kids are doing them. I feel the pressure, believe me. But no. Repeat after me: I DON'T LIKE TO SWIM. Almost all of my running buddies are swim training and partaking in triathlons. I get that. But I just want to run.
What do you have to runfess? Do you feel peer pressure to enter an event because all your friends are doing it? What do you do when you're feeling burned out?