Much to my dismay, I am not sick today. Hmmph. It had been two days since I last ran, but it felt like months. I have yet to end the day saying, "I wish I hadn't run today," so I grumpily put on my jogging shoes and headed for the treadmill. But the safety key was nowhere to be found. I suddenly flashed back to Sunday afternoon when my nephew told me, "Kyler hid the safety key so I can't run on the treadmill." Except I took no action. So this is what I get. I had two choices. 1. Don't run. or 2. Run in the hot sun. And as much as I didn't want to, I did it anyway. Guess what? I don't regret it. Though, my timing could have been better. Our front yard is a corn field and of course the day I am forced to run outside is also the day they're plowing the field. And as luck would have it, the plow exited the field at almost the same exact time that I finished my run.
The dogs have been barking at nothing quite a lot lately. Today, Kenny decided that he, too, would bark randomly at nothing. Of course, this really got the dogs going, howling and running from window to window and trying to figure out what Kenny was barking at. If the dogs started talking people-language out of nowhere, I would stop and consider how strange the whole situation is. But when Kenny starting barking dog-language out of nowhere, they just ran alongside him, happy that somebody was talking to them. How strange.
And now I am off to the shower. You know how they say each person has a specific smell when they sweat? I'm proud to say that I have pinpointed my exact smell today. I smell like a tortilla chip. Not all the time; just after I run.
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