Sunday, December 12, 2010
As Caryn, Patty, and I went for our long run on Saturday along the South Fork Trail, we unexpectedly also went car shopping. The morning started out nice with the sun shining and most of us feeling pretty good, except for me. I could tell that I was fighting some form of a cold or sinus infection and almost called in the night before to say I wouldn't make it. That should have been an omen for me. As we started running, my stomach became more and more upset, but I didn't say anything to my friends. Then when we stopped at the water fountain off of Magic Mtn. Pkwy, Patty suddenly announces that she has the same problem. Well we decide to try our luck and run to the end of the trail at Wiley and back. Thankfully the Honda dealer is open early on Saturdays so we made a brief stop and used their facilities. I think the three of us looked rather pathetic since it was rather hot out and we were dripping with sweat. Both Patty and I are frequent customers there with past purchases and repairs so we didn't feel too badly about coming in without buying anything, but the look on the salesman's face was rather funny. It was somewhere between shock and annoyance. I wonder what he would have done if we decided to sit and sample the coffee and donuts too!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Lately, we've been running at Central Park quite often. We like the new trails and the hilly terrain because it gives us a little more intense cardio workout. However, every time we run there, someone mentions that they smell poop. So far none of us have stepped in any, but it sure does smell like it from time to time, especially when running next to the dog park. I love dogs. In fact, I have one, but one of my biggest pet peeves (no pun intended) is when people don't pick up after their dogs. And it isn't just at Central Park. I see it all over the paseos of Valencia and along the river trails. Sometimes going for a run is like running through a mine field. Okay, enough with this topic.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
After our run today at Central Park (our new favorite trail) Patty mentioned doing a cookie exchange party and instead we decided on a happy hour cocktail party. Yes it's nice to trade many different types of cookies, but that would mean that I would have to actually bake cookies to exchange, which would send me into stress mode and it would also probably mean that I would eat all those different types of cookies to make sure they were all okay. No, I think a cocktail party is much safer for my waistline.