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July 13, 2007
fabulous darlings
We had a tempo run last night, which was nothing short of fabulous!
Why so fabulous?
Well it could have been the perfect weather, or that 12 is my lucky number, or maybe using both insoles ... but let's just say it was totally me!
Yes moi!
I really didn’t think I could be great at anything else. I mean really. To bless one person with this many incredible attributes, qualities and talents, seems wrong. Well maybe not wrong, maybe deserved is a better word.
I think everyone has something to offer, initially I thought my offering was sparkling wit laced with cutting dry sarcasm. Imagine my surprise when I ended up cute, so innocently adorable that wrapping people round my finger became second nature. Caring and considerate to a fault, when it suits me. I am also blonde with rather large breasts, can we say male manipulation.
All this, plus great hair and being Irish. Seriously it just doesn’t seem fair; if I wasn’t so incredibly humble I’d be telling the world.
Now on top of the perfection sundae we have bloody fabulous runner!
This will probably make no sense to anyone ... so just bare with my babblings or skip down to the next part.
During a run we always set a goal location, that's where the water break will be (even if there is no water to be breaking for). But last night there was no we, just a me. So when I got to the location, I thought I don't really need to stop. This is the part that won't make any sense to most. I have never thought that before. I don't mean I have always needed to stop. No, I haven't. But I've never evaluated how I felt before and decided I didn't need to stop. We have always just stopped. I blame D, he likes to ding the ring on the anchor. If there hadn't been 3 years of ring dinging, I would probably be an elite athlete by now.
Anyway I ran all the way back, minus a quick drink at the water fountain and answer the "how far you running?" question from the guy on the park bench. He was amazed when I told him, actually I could of told him anything, he seemed amazed at life in general.
I felt great all the way and when I was done. I could say that the 11 previous runs are making me stronger and that's the reason, but I don't think it is. I think it's mental. I think I stop cause well that's what I always done.
Here ends the babbling ... but that's all I got, so click here for vanilla's take on marketing
Posted by Ali at July 13, 2007 10:09 AM
Comments
SWEEEEET sundae!
Posted by: jeff at July 13, 2007 10:32 AM
omigawd, I laughed at your post.
Congrats on #12.
I think I'd like to be the guy on the park bench. Imagine waking up everyday being amazed at life in general. That would be pretty cool.
Posted by: Tea at July 13, 2007 12:20 PM
I'm guessing the guy on the park bench was "amazed" at the "blonde with rather large breasts" running. It's like Baywatch in real life.
Posted by: Vanilla at July 13, 2007 12:34 PM
Well done!!!!Glad you had a nice run.Sounds really good.Glad the old guy was amazed.
Posted by: Rae at July 13, 2007 12:36 PM
Girl Power!!!!!
Posted by: Rae at July 13, 2007 12:37 PM
I find myself amazed at the sight of blondes with rather breast too.
Posted by: darryl at July 13, 2007 12:56 PM
I see no evidence linking blonde and breast to male manipulation around here.
Call me!
Posted by: Kevin at July 13, 2007 1:27 PM
you are doing great! Keep it up.
Posted by: jeffem at July 13, 2007 2:10 PM
Excellent, Ali! Sounds like you are on top of your game. :)
And being the gentleman that I am, I forced myself to look only at your eyes when we met. ;)
Posted by: Jon (was) in Michigan at July 14, 2007 1:17 PM