You're Goin' DOWN!

I'm officially training. For what, I'm not sure yet. Perhaps a Sprint Triathlon in May (man, those are hard to find on a Saturday) We'll see. I think I'm really training to be a mom that can actually walk to the park with her kids and not be tired. I miss really playing with them, and could use a little energy already.

SO, a quick recap on how my week in training has gone thus far:

Tuesday: Went to spinning class and had to leave early for fear of vomiting on my neighbor.

Wednesday: Actually ventured out to professional running store to buy a pair of bona fide running shoes. Was just a leetle humiliated when asked to run on treadmill for 60 seconds so they could videotape my run (it's called "footstrike analysis", if you must know). I mean, after all, I don't want shin splints, do I? Plus I figured I could stall running for just one more day if I took all day to buy just the perfect shoes that would make me run like the wind. Indeed, was recommended the perfect running shoe for a "very high arch and extremely pronating ankles". (but didn't my freshly-washed-and-blow-dried-silky-smooth-shiny hair look great flowing behind me when I was running? Nobody mentioned that in the video.) Wanted to actually use spiffy super-comfy new running shoes , so I decided to be ambitious and take a little "walk/jog" around the neighborhood. Ipod blaring.

Perhaps a little too ambitious. Right smack dab in the middle of Duran Duran's "Save a Prayer", got M.A.Y.D.A.Y phone call from McSweetie signaling me to return home without further delay. Major mutiny on the bounty at home. While he was trying to take call from home. I thought to myself: "OK, if I run home as fast as my spankin' new dreamboat shoes can take me, I can make it home in about 15 minutes."

So I "lengthened my stride" (the topic of my upcoming talk in Sacrament meeting this Sunday) and promptly flagged down an innocuous-looking car coming out of the church parking lot as I was passing by, and asked some complete strangers for a ride home. "They couldn't possibly be ax murders coming out of my church parking lot", I rationalized. Luckily it happened to be the 1st counselor in the Stake Presidency, as well as the Bishop from a neighboring ward, venturing out to do visits. Naturally McSweetie was mortified when he heard how I got home so speedily.

Thursday: Am planning to go to ASU tonight for a "swim seminar" wherein I will be fast enough to beat a floating piece of bark. If I'm lucky.

And in other news, I did the dishes and finally washed some sheets.