Run! But Only If You Have to.

Running makes me feel fat.

Now hold all your collective horses, I’m know I’m not fat. I’m not worried about it. In fact right now I’m eating an Oreo as I type because I’m active and muscular and except for the cookies (and cake and Diet Coke) I’m a fairly healthy eater but I still really hate running because it make me feel fat.

It’s the jiggle.

Because it doesn’t matter what sort of substance your body is made of, if it’s not a bone, it jiggles. And you know, probably the bones jiggle too – because running sucks like that. And jiggling body parts don’t feel good. They don’t feel good when they jiggle and they don’t feel good when they are done jiggling. They feel flabby and terrible.

Any other active workout leaves me feeling awesome. I like being awesome, so I do it again. Most days I workout, feel awesome and eat cookies. It’s a strategy that’s working for me on all sorts of levels.

It's ridiculously difficult and silly to attempt to take a picture of yourself doing a Les Mills Combat workout. And just the sort of thing I like to do around ten o'clock!

Non-running workouts can make you feel awesome like a rock star and then you take selfies!

But then sometimes I have to run (like when I have five dogs in my house and they need to be more tired) and I don’t feel awesome. I feel jiggly and decidedly un-awesome. Who ever thought to themselves, “Gee, I feel terrible both physically and emotionally now. I think I’ll go do it again tomorrow?” and ever had success with such a plan?


Because that’s a terrible plan, just like running.

Moral: Working out will make you feel awesome. But probably not running because, unless you are made of nothing but connective tissue and bone, running makes you jiggle and nobody likes jiggling. Don’t run if you hate it, find a workout that makes you feel awesome! Then eat cookies and blog about it.


Utter Confusion

One morning I sent John and Clara out to do a little job for me with the tractor and the chickens and only Clara returned home.

After a bit, I started wondering where John went and when I headed out the back door to find him I saw this:

The amount of time that I stood staring at the pants and shoes in utter confusion, with a hint of panic, is a bit embarrassing but no doubt directly correlated to the fact that I had yet to finish my first cup of tea for the day.

Did I ask him to do one too many jobs with the chickens and he lost his mind?

Did Clara’s demands finally push him over the edge?

Had my husband truly stripped off half his clothes and run away from home?

That’s when the light bulb turned on.


He was going to try barefoot running, and sure enough when I stepped around our dirty truck, I saw John (thankfully wearing shorts) and both dogs running up the hill.

I breathed a sigh of relief and went to go find my cup of tea.


There has been a rash of new runners in my family.
First Tyler started running, then I started running…Then John started running…But only Ivy smiles while she runs!
Note: There are only pictures of Ivy because the rest of us were swimmers, our running is not something you want to see.