mountain

I was supposed to run yesterday, but I ended up walking up some crazy hills with two of my best girls instead. It was definitely a good work-out (although my girl Laura is delusional if she really thinks we were walking 12-minute miles), plus the benefit of girl time. Until my girl Lori freaked us all out by convincing us that we were being watched in the dark by some unseen smoker. And then of course that led to the cyclist who was murdered on the Silver Comet Trail. And somehow that led to Deliverance. Lovely musings when you spend a lot of time running alone.

Anyway, since I didn't run yesterday, I guess I gotta run tonight before we trivia it up. I'm tired though, so it may not happen. The youngest jimmy woke us up crazy early by playing basketball in his room. Apparently he's excited about his 5-day vacation that has now officially started. It didn't entirely wake me up, but I tossed and turned... dreaming that my mom and I were sitting in folding chairs on a gabled roof until I decided that maybe I shouldn't sit quite so close to the edge. At which point I stood up and promptly fell off the roof (somehow only spraining my wrist). At one point in the dream I asked someone how much red wine their two-year-old should be drinking (as it turns out... none).