None so far. I kicked one soccer ball back on the field last week during a girls high school game. But it came nowhere close to reaching the net.
And today they were playing flag football, so no scoring opportunities.
I would make a bad beer commercial.
Unless it was in the 80s and I was wearing a bikini.
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A footnote: As I type, Mo looks over and says “just because your shoes are on doesn’t make them less smelly.” They have now reached the point that I can actually smell them WHILE I am running. How amazing is that? Magical shoes, indeed.
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A footnote to the footnote: A horrible song is playing in the background. I mention to Mo that her playlist doesn’t stink any less just because I’m wearing my shoes. On the bright side, I likely will get the Piranhas in the divorce settlement.
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Today’s run
- 4 miles — 46:37 (11:40) 59
- 11:37, 11:31, 11:41, 11:48
- Piranha-meter — 822 miles
I like margarine is the fictional tale of a former runner and his faithful Trail Monkey. Thanks for stopping by. Never a cover charge. Sorry, no parking validation.
you can’t drop that footnote to footnote in and not tell us the song
something called Heron Blue. it’s pandora, so she must have gone with the “crappiest songs ever recorded” option and we were getting a string of songs that made me long for the Muppets singing Tiny Dancer. Heron Blue is by a guy who i like a lot, but this song was stinky, and not in a piranha way.
must be bad if you’re pining for tiny dancer
Thanks for asking! I was thinking the same thing. And now I must go see what YouTube pulls up for blue heron.
actually, the song is “heron blue.” by sun kil moon, which is just a name made up by a guy who’s too shy to use his own name. used to go by Red House Painters, whose music we’ve always enjoyed greatly. go figure.
Uhm. That’s awful.
When you have smelly shoes on and you are in 1st place in the race and the wind is in your face does that make the guys behind you odor eaters?