I haven't run for the last four days. It was pouring rain for three days, so we didn't go then. I could have taken the kiddos and the stroller to the indoor stadium, but honestly, I don't feel up to displaying myself and my non-abilities like that yet. Today, the kids were just absolutely cranky beyond belief. It was finally sunny and beautiful, and when I started getting ready to head out, both kids completely broke down. Neither wanted to go, it turned into this big screaming contest between the two of them, and I just gave up. It's been a bad, bad few days.
I did Pilates today, too. I do the Winsor Pilates dvds at home. Man oh man, do they kick my butt. I can't do that roll up into the sitting position thing, either, mamabeth.
: The hundreds about kill me some days.
Has anyone else noticed that running seems to act as a natural appetite depressant?!? I was RAVENOUS for the past few days when I wasn't running, after barely noticing any hunger for the past two weeks of regular running/walking. I've never really noticed this with other forms of aerobic activity. Wonder what's up with that?
Ummmm ... embarrassing moments. When I was a kid, maybe ten years old or so, I was riding the bus home from school one day, when a kid a few seats in front of me hocked a giant glob of phlegm out the window. It was a nice day, and I had my window down, too, and was sorta reclining in my seat. That big glob of phlegm flew into my window, right into my mouth, and I swallowed it in utter surprise. The kids on the bus spread the tale and EVERYONE made fun of me over that incident for years.
Let's see. I also have a split skirt incident. I was at a concert with DH in a very small, smoky club, and I got up to go get some drinks at the bar. When I came back, a woman at the table behind us came over and told me that my skirt was torn in the back. Mortified, I went to the bathroom to look. It wasn't just torn, it was completely split down the back seam from the waist to the bottom hem. I was wearing very racy undies and a garter belt/stockings, too -- you could see it ALL. (This was in my pre-children days, so racy undies were still a part of my life.
) I drove home and changed and then drove back and waited for DH in the parking lot.
One more. When I was in high school, I played every sport imaginable, but basketball was my real love. During basketball season in my junior year, I got a very, very bad case of food poisoning. I was NOT going to let that stop me playing, though. So we went on this long bus trip to an out-of-town game, and I was so sick. Vomiting, diarrhea, the whole nine. I made it through the game, and only had to stop once on the bus ride home. Then, when we got back to our school, I had to GOOOOO. Only, the coach realized that she'd left her keys at the out-of-town school. I couldn't get into any building with a bathroom, it was after ten o'clock at night, nowhere else to go ... and I ended up having an episode of diarrhea all over myself. Just couldn't control it any longer. I tried to kinda hide in the bushes until my mom came to pick me up, but it wasn't easy. I was utterly and completely mortified.