Meddlesome.

I’m tinkering around with my running plan. I’m still building a decent base (in non-runner speak: after 20 years of sitting on my ass and eating donuts, I’m not ready for much in the way of training or running marathons. I’m basically training to train; building up endurance and strength in a relatively easy fashion for now)

Ahem.

Anyway, here’s my latest effort, but I think I’ll try it out through the end of the calendar year. I’ve just finished the One Hour Runner plan and it went great. I think I like having a calendar with my runs listed on it, so all I have to do is go run them. Instead of walking out the door half awake at 4:30 in the morning and going “how far should I go today?” If I do that enough I’ll just wind up back in bed.

In a nutshell: I’m adding a fourth day (right now I run three days a week), temporarily cutting back a little on the other three days, and then every three weeks I’ll add some miles. Basic plan is run Monday, run about half that distance tuesday, wednesday off. Then run Thursday (same as monday), friday off, and long run on Saturday. Rest on Sunday.

It may be the rum talking, but I’m thinking I can do this…

Speaking of cooking…

We sit down for dinner last night (it was my turn to cook, so naturally I ran to On the Border for take-out)

My daughter sits next to me, most nights. No sooner did we pull everything out of the bag…

“I want some diarrhea.”

“Excuse me?”

“please!”

(now I’m confused, but what else is new)

“I want some diarrhea!” she nearly shouted, laughing.

(I’m giving her a look. I think. I cannot figure out what she is talking about)

“Please can I have some of your diarrhea?” Only this time she points. At my quesadilla.

it only hurts when I laugh

As part of Funeral Week ’06, we took the extended family to a football game. Partly so they could see that Friday Night Lights isn’t exactly fiction (the high school stadium had a jumbotron, for Christ’s sake), but also to see our niece and nephew perform in the band and drill team. And to get a little aerobic workout going up and down and up and down and up and down the stairs buying junk food for the kids, who were totally into it.

Best line of the night? My brother in law, who doesn’t often stray this side of the Mason/Dixon:

Frito pie? WTF is Frito pie?