I think I'm raising a soon to be speed demon. My kid has this Gator, a battery powered miniature version of the real John Deere Gator. This thing goes 9 mph! I'm not sure I can even run 9 mph! Well, I guess I can because he's already got brave once and headed too close to the lake we've got in the back so I threw down the shovel and ran to him all the while screaming like a banshee about the dangers of the lake. "Stop! Don't go that way! ASHER!! I said stop!!" He then looked at me, sighed and drove away. I could swear he rolled his eyes as me too, but I can't be sure. Do 3 year olds roll their eyes?
Where was I? Ah yes running. But I don't like to... I don't like to run if at all possible. A nice leisurely stroll is fine by me. Unless there is a fire or something really mean looking chasing me or of course my son is in danger. Sometime between my late 20's and now things have started to shall I say... have a delayed reaction while my body is in motion. I'm not sure what has happened, but my derriere feels like it's banging the ground when I run. Also, I seem to have grown more flesh on my back that has its own wiggle jiggle thing when I run. So I don't. I'm not even gonna mention the girls in front that try to trip me up either. I'm thinking getting older is a body awareness lesson that Mother Nature pulls on us.
Well hey, at least I didn't talk about the new double batch of salsa I made today!! Does it ever end? I'm now out of jars and either have to stop canning or buy more. Ah the perils of an overzealous gardener with not enough time on her hands. I have a feeling Rural King will see me this evening ;)