"My life is pretty decent. Matt M. is the man of my dreams at the moment. I've frenched him under the mistletoe and last night at the movie "Hurricane" I put my head on his shoulder when he sat by me. It was romantic. I can't help liking him. For Christmas I got some stuff called fart powder which you put in someone's drink or food and they're supposed to fart like THUNDER. I love Matt."
Not that much has changed. Except I married Ken, not Matt, and we don't french under the mistletoe. I still like fart powder.
Don't get all excited, but tomorrow is my running debut. Yes, tomorrow I will actually graduate from my walk/run sequence to running a full 20 minutes. This will be my first true run since the stress fracture 9 weeks and 4 days ago. It is cause for celebration. I can actually begin marathon training soon I hope. Christina has suggested Hal Higdon's program. Hell, if she used this to run her first marathon and did a 3:39 I'm sold.
And more cause for celebration is that there is a new book out called, "Rules for Runners: Everything a Runner Needs to Know and Then Some." It was written for me and I'll tell you why. It has such chapters as:
DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO FINISH AHEAD OF A COSTUMED RUNNER
LEARN, AND LOVE, THE FARMER’S BLOW
I'm pretty sure there also has to be a chapter about crapping your pants or some kind of toilet issue related to running. Running rules have to include something about poop/farts. I hope he talks about how to camouflage yourself as a bush along side of the road or how to clean yourself up with leaves when nature calls unexpectedly.
You can read an interview the the author, Mark Remy (Runner's World Executive Director), here.
Merry Thanksgiving to you all.
