My Nike+ will tell you I ran 9.2 miles tonight. That bitch is lying. It decided to pause itself without telling me for awhile, which mean I ran 10 miles when I meant to run 9. Whoops. Ah, well, what's another mile?
I arrived home from my run to find three missed calls, two voice mails and one text message from Shawna informing me that she was worried. Also, I had a missed call from my sister and another friend. Curious, I called Shawna. Turns out that if she doesn't hear from me all day and is unable to reach me she begins to think I'm lying dead in a ditch. Very good to know!
A person would think that Shawna would assume that I was running, seeing as how that's all I do lately, but it gets dark a lot earlier than I anticipated. Also, I ran an extra mile without realizing. So there is poor Shawna, unable to find me, looking outside at the dark night, and thinking I'm dead. Clearly, the next step was to involve my sister and other friends via Twitter and Facebook. (Don't worry, I've informed everyone I'm still alive)
I, meanwhile, was running along thinking about life--running really is cheaper than therapy. I was also considering the delicious burrito I planned to make for dinner. For your enjoyment, here is the recipe for Leslie's Post-Run Burrito of Awesomeness:
Cook:
Ground turkey
a little taco seasoning
corn
black beans
peppers
Mix with:
salsa
avocado
lettuce
cabbage
tomatoes
Wrap in:
whole wheat tortilla
Then eat. Oh yeah. Kickass burrito.
So, yes, I survived my run. I have promised to inform Shawna before leaving for a run tomorrow and again upon my arrival home. I feel so loved. And full of delicious burrito.
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You better tell me what's what, Leslie! I got so worried and imagined horrible scenarios leading to your untimely death. DON'T EVER DIE. I'll be so pissed if you do.
This just filled in so many blanks for me. =) And that burrito does sound DELIC.
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