It cannot be helped, however, as I am in the throws of camping-packing chaos.
I got up at 5:30 this morning, fully intending to leave for the campground after Jarrod got off work tonight.
Got the boys off to school, then the
At which point I said, "There's no way this is happening. We're leaving tomorrow."
And here I am. Boring ya'll with my whiney-hiney pity party instead of roasting a s'more.
The irony is that all the things I did today are the things I SHOULD do the day before camping, but I never do. I had to actually be planning to leave before I could put this car in drive and get anything done. Now we are just going to be leaving on time thanks to the fact that I tried to leave 12 hours early. I'm going to have to see if this can work in other areas of my life too. Like maybe we should start planning to leave for church on Saturday night....
And the next thing I knew, I was trying to squeeze my monkey toes into these crazy things at the sporting goods store.
I cannot even describe to you how ridiculous they looked. I refused to take a picture because that was taking it too far, even for 'Fess Up Friday.
But I'm so inspired by that book I read. Aside from some evolution mumbo jumbo that I don't agree with or endorse, it was a fascinating story and it made me want to start running.
Because, baby, I was born to do it.
But, Kira, you say, aren't you the one who swore you wouldn't run to the end of the block if they paid you? Aren't you the one who said running is perhaps the worst pastime imaginable?
Yes.... yes, I am.
But I stand corrected.
Apparently, all you need is some ridiculous shoes with toes built in for it to suddenly be the funnest thing you've ever tried. (funnest is a word, because I say so, and that wasn't really the message of the book)
I do not own the shoes yet, so I cannot attest to this personally, but I'm sure it must be true. (Did I mention that I'm not allowed to watch QVC anymore because I will buy anything? Sad but true)