“I’m going for a run,” Bugman said this morning.
I’m so glad he did.
At the time, I was sitting in my p.j.s, sipping coffee and dillydallying on the computer. Birdsong was floating into the room via the cool, gentle morning breeze from the windows. I had vague notions about going for a run. Sometime … later …
If Bugman had not led by example, I probably would not have run at all.
I was finally motivated to make my seasonal wardrobe exchange.
I keep out-of-season workout clothes, other than a few items for unseasonable or change-of-season weather, in a tub on a high shelf in my closet. Because I’ve not been running much, most of my short-sleeved running shirts and shorts were still in storage.
It was around 70 degrees when I headed out. I passed a craft fair and chided myself for not thinking to take money with me on my run. The sno-cone truck was at the fair! I so love a sno-cone after a run – especially a run that leaves me with that sandy-skin feeling of evaporated perspiration (I really do like running in this dry climate!).
Instead, I had a splash of coconut water. I know coconut water has been over-hyped, but somehow, on some occasions, it feels REALLY GOOD to drink some. Surely, it was better for me than a sno-cone.Get your coconut water. Man, it’s good for your daughter. Coco got a lot of iron. Make you strong like a lion. Raowr!