
Today we celebrate as Joe enters a new age division for races.
Happy Birthday Joe!
So why on earth am I writing about this here? Well, in the middle of our Crazy 8s marathon, the woman who works there says to me "Make sure you use the Germinex before you leave. There's highly contagious influenza A and hand-mouth disease going around the unit." So thanks for telling me after the girl who was apparently supposed to be quaratined in her room with the flu spent five minutes looking over my shoulder and coughing. And after I spent an hour playing cards which I am sure are just riddled with kid germs.
I guess you can't really tell, but that is a squishy stress ball. I just think that would be a riot to run (at least the first legs) with a corn cob. In Colorado, we would be representing for the midwest in the Flatlanders division. And if we do the GRR, well, we can be representing for Iowa. Because even though I know they grow corn in all those other states, everyone knows that Iowa is the quintessential corn state, at least from my East Coast perspective. People think "Wisconsin! Cheese!" And I know there are generations of detasselers that have emerged from Minnesota, but with all due respect, I hear Minnesota and I think of snow, lakes, and Lutherans (I admit that I listen to a Prairie Home Companion a little too much).
I decided that since the last new thing on this blog was a comment telling us to throw away our science books or else God would cast us into a lake of fire, that a new blog entry was in order. That's the last time I mention being friends with an evolutionary biologist on this blog :-)
The other day, when I was trying to find a picture of my new running shoes on the Adidas site, I stumbled across their new line of sports clothes. Designed by Stella McCartney. The running outfits are ridiculous. Who thought this crappy idea up?
Well, I should say back in love. I used to be in love in Supernova Cushions a couple of years ago. Ran my first distance race in them. But then they changed and the relationship couldn't go on.