Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Getting it done

if you're wondering what happened to the blog the answer is nothing. Turns out being a teacher, mom, runner, wife, praise band leader, choir participant, organizer of 2 small groups, a youth group volunteer, a workout instructor, sister, friend, a crazy pinterest follower, teaching blog follower, and a person that likes to sleep at some point it's hard to get this done!


I'm sure you are all nodding in agreement that it's just a crazy to try and fit it all in a day. I don't know what you do, but I've been waking up at 5:30 (or trying to) to get my exercise in... which leads me to my funny blog experience (hopefully I'll have more to come... sooner than like a billion years.. but no promises)

So... I've been running in the mornings around 5:30. I thought there were more crazies out there like ME who just really need to get their workouts in, and the only time they can possibly fit it in is at the worst hours of the day.... butt crack of dawn- o- thirty. BUT, they are either don't exist OR are crazy... but not crazy enough to go out in the pitch dark and workout so they stay inside or go to a gym...

There have been few encounters of people as I lurk in the night streets. But they aren't usually working out. Now, before I get more into my story you must know that I have a very active imagination that is WAY crazy. I frequently think someone is going to kill me in my sleep. Kill me when I'm getting into my garage. Kill me when I'm getting out or into my car anywhere I go.I've also had real thoughts when I'm driving in the dark that someone is going to jump in front of my car and order me to stop because they are being chased by someone that is going to kill them if I don't help... and I'm still not sure how that one ends...

ANYWAY, so as I'm running IN THE DARK my imagination goes crazy. A wolf is going to hop out of the field and eat me... you know... normal things. But when I see people out and about putting things in their cars, I also think.... I hope that's not a body and if it is did I just witness it? Did they see me? Are they are going to chase me and kill me because I saw them? So when this does happen I always have the urge to scream: "I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!" As I run by them... just so they know! :)

Share your thoughts, concerns, funny weirdness, or good workout stories.. the door is open for a lot here! :)