I've started running again. I'm not sure if I ever "officially" stopped, but I only ran twice in August, totalling about nine miles, so I kind of felt like when I restarted in September that I was, well, restarting. This is probably not even blog-worthy. It would probably be better served disappearing into the chasm that is facebook, but I need blog topics, so here it is. I once had a friend (coughcoughangelacough) who said that she didn't run outside because she was afraid that just maybe, she ran "funny," and people would see her. Being an awesome friend, I insisted that surely she didn't. I lied. I have never even seen her run. I have just recently decided that she does run funny. Wanna know why? (as if spell check didn't underline 'wanna') Everyone runs funny. Quite seriously, everyone . I prefer to run outside, because the treadmill sucks my will to live, and a mile or two in I turn into a sighing, eye-rolling teenager, o
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I'm glad to see it's important to yoU!
"That's a LONG song!"
She has asked me to sing the "hole" song a few times since then. It's a toss-up between this one and "there's a hole in my bucket." She tried to run away near the end of that one, but I made her stay and listen and at the end when Liza tells Henry to fetch water in the bucket I said "But...." and looked at Jordan expectantly and she came up with "There's a hole in the bucket!!" all on her own. I was never so proud. lol.