Scary Situations

I recently got in to the Twin Cities 10 mile; the run from the Dome to the Capital as they call it. I've been doing my training in the morning before Reid goes to work. Yes, I am a morning person, but it's tough for me because I usually need to eat something before I work out. As the distances get farther I'm sure I'll have to eat a granola bar or something before I head out. Some days the training is cross training and we are fortunate to live near bike/running/walking trails.

I look forward to the cross training days, I don't have to be as awake, and it tends to be an "easier" day. It's really quite peaceful, there are a few other runners or bikers out there, but for the most part, it's just me and the sun coming up over the downtown skyline.

1. It was one of those perfect mornings and I was deep in thought. I occasionally look over my shoulder to see if there are any "Lance Armstrong's" about to fly by me. There was one a ways down, so would be passing me in a little bit. The next song on my playlist was this : **You only have to listen to the first 5 seconds, sorry about the actual video it was the only one that played the lyrics I needed.**

Right as Madonna said "What are you looking at," the Lance Armstrong biked past. I about fell off my bike! That got the heart rate up!

2. There's always an interesting story from the bike trail. This morning was one of those mornings when the alarm goes off and you think "Isn't it Saturday? Can't we sleep in?" There were many yawns as I was biking down Georgia Ave to get to the trail. There was a large truck coming behind me, so I did my best to move over to the side as far as possible. Made it to the trail, still yawning, biking away and I realize it's getting brighter, but it's an overcast morning. I look behind me and there are headlights coming right at me! Headlights! WHAT?! Cars can't fit on this trail, but wait, it's not a car, it's a huge truck! What in the world? As it gets closer I realize it's the same truck that past me on the street. No mom, it wasn't following me. I guess it was making its way to fill in some bumps and pot holes on the trail. A little warning would have been nice.

3. Sally loves the bathroom. Why? Because it's the one room we don't like her to roam around, it's dirty and gross, no matter how often you clean it. Whatever you make a big deal of by saying "No No No," well, then, that's exactly what she wants. During the day I always have the toilet seat down and the door closed. I was in the other room and noticed Sally was being pretty quiet. I found her joyfully splashing and playing with the toilet water. She looked up, smiled sweetly and said "Hiiiii!" My initial thought, "Oh man, you're dad is going to be so mad at me!" How did she get in? Not quite sure. The door must have not been "clicked" when closed. Yes, the toilet seat was down, but that didn't deter her. At least it was "clean" toilet water.

4. Sally's growing up. She's learning how to eat with a spoon. She's learning how to play so well by herself. I caught her reading herself a book the other day. Gosh, I can't get enough of this girl!