Another month, and it was OK running wise. I have 47 miles on the log, which is the most since October. Yay.

I’m almost to the end of my Hal Higdon Spring Training, two weeks left, so that means I need to get cracking and plan out the next step. Should I shoot for a half marathon, or a ten K?

I have no illusions that I am a fast runner, no, and I’m worried enough about my joints to not push it, because I am definitely a fat runner. I’m about 265 right now, which is 100 pounds over where my doctor wants me. Yeah, I’m workin’ on it.

I also turned 43 today. Another yay. Feels an awful lot like 42 (emphasis on ‘like.’)

I was at the wholesale store today, getting vanilla, and there was a girl struggling with a bag of sugar. Okay, it was a 50 pound bag of sugar, but I was already there so I said “You want some help?”

“It’s stuck or something.”

It wasn’t, it was just heavy and at an awkward angle for her, but after I dropped it in her cart she was extremely gracious. It was almost funny, I’ve never seen anybody that happy to get a bag of sugar before.

I mopped the floor this morning, so it’s nice and clean for at least a couple hours. My dogs, cats, and kids are already plotting to mess it up again, I can just tell.

Oh, funny thing yesterday. We were outside and my daughter saw her friend, our next door neighbor who is a couple years younger than her. They were getting in their car, so she ran over to say hi. (remember, she’s only four). When she came back, she said, matter-of-factly: “They’re going to a wedding. He’s gonna marry someone.”

And as cute as that is, she also says “marry,” in the cemetery sense, when we drive past a graveyard she says “Is that where people are married?”