Back when I was still living at home, and Mom was still around, my sister, who was probably about 12 or 13 years old at the time, said a very, VERY bad word. My mother overheard this word and scolded my sister, saying "who do you think you are?" "With a mouth like that do you think your mother's a prostitute and your father's a truck driver?" I had to leave the room because it was so funny, I burst out laughing. Later on, my sister was also laughing, but we didn't let Mom know. Mom would have been even more upset that we were laughing... To this day we're still laughing.
Real good times.
Today I also ventured out into the world. My husband and I went for a walk. I took my cell phone and turned on the BiM GPS to track my walk. This is the first longish walk I've taken since the marathon, when we had to walk from the parking area to the water table and back, and I was using a walker at that time.
|Date:||06/28/08 11:11 AM|
|Pace:||33' 20 min/mile|
I had taken pain meds, had my cane, and had to remind Michael to go slow. My neighborhood is hilly, and it was difficult to even navigate walking down hill a little. Wow. It took me about a half hour to burn off 88 calories and barely go one mile! I sure have my work cut out , don't I? Will I be even be running by fall? That's all besides the point at the moment. Each day is a little better. Each day I'm limping less. Each day is less painful.
Yummy - Gwen Stefani