Treadmill Comedy Hour....

Seriously....do you ever have one of those runs where NOTHING goes right?

Today was that day.

My run on the treadmill felt more like this...

First, I step on the treadmill wearing a pair of shorts that are really flimsy around the waist. I kept having to pull them up and it was driving me crazy. So I figured...what the heck...it's my basement, I'm alone, I'm ditching 'em. Yep.....the full moon was rising on the treadmill tonight.

I start running again. I realize that my hair is going to be an issue. When I run outside I have been wearing a hat or a visor. But since I was inside, I didn't put anything on. (I just got my hair chopped off so I'm still figuring out what works best) So, I stop again. The Christmas wrapping paper box was right there so I just grabbed a velvety ribbon strip that I had in there and tied my hair back.

I start running again. My stomach starts cramping. I NEVER get GI issues. But today, a friend went and got lattes. I had one around 3. I was running at 4. My stomach was NOT happy. In fact, 3 times my stomach wasn't happy. Thank gosh there is a bathroom right next door. And hey....the visit was quick because I didn't have a lot....er, I didn't have any wardrobe to deal with.

I start running again. Jacob comes downstairs with the phone. "MOMMA!!!!" And in all actuality, that was really all he had to say about it. I don't think there is much that shocks my son. The phone was Michael. I had to stop and talk to him since we hadn't seen each other today. I had a late meeting and he had already left for work when I got home.

To save my sanity, I ran the last mile at a fast pace.

Sometimes a run is just a run. Today's was full of comedy.