Would you believe I stayed on my feet for yesterday’s 8 miler?
I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t watching my feet like a crazy person, though. I felt like I was taking a step back into childhood and playing the “step on a crack, break your mother’s back” game.
I fueled up with my favorite variety of Love Grown Foods.
Procured from my new bounty of LGF that arrived on my doorstep late last week.
Maddy and Laura at Love Grown Foods must have gotten sick of my desperate e-mails for more of the stuff. I’ve been out for weeks and was starting to get the shakes.
They even threw in a leather-bound LGF journal so I can hand write them love notes. Or keep a journal of how many times a day I take chocolate granola to the face.
Good move, ladies. Good move.
I downed a few handfuls and hit the pavement. With my feet instead of my face this time.
The smart thing would have been to avoid that one spot where I’ve fallen… twice. I, being the rocket scientist that I am, zoned out and took the same exact route and had a mini freak out I was going to end up splayed on the sidewalk again.
So I turned on my iPhone flashlight after it got dark. I tell ya, this guy’s a lifesaver. I probably looked like a bouncy lighthouse on the side of the road.
If you don’t already have it, go download Flashlight for your iPhone. It’s saved me more times than I can count.
I even took a picture of the dirty sidewalk for evidential purposes; however, of course, in picture form, it really doesn’t look that uneven nor daunting.
I am so stylish and good looking on cold run days it’s scary.
While we’re on the subject of how cool I am, wait till you see my latest project.
Oops, did I just make Hunger Games T-shirts?
Ashley asked me to make her a custom shirt so she could wave her Hunger Games freak flag, and my friends Jamie, Colleen, and Lisa-Marie and I had been joking that we’d sport shirts for the midnight showing… since we have tickets and all. So I went ahead with my bad self and cranked out a bunch.
I’m still deciding if I’ll order one for myself. I think I’m ready to take that plunge into creeper fan territory.
Whatever. It’s not like I have anything better to do.
By the way, if you have a specific T-shirt design you’d like me to make, I’d be more than happy to! E-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.