Hey, you.

Yeah, the green guy had it right. One thing I like to pretend I am is flexible, that things change and it is much easier to adapt than resist, most of the time.

(what the hell am I talking about?)

Oh, first, I found this today. Somehow it relates to what I’m rambling about. Not sure.

Now, where was I?

Oh yeah, being flexible. Lemme tell you a little story without really telling it all.

I’ve been running, as some of you know. This, to me, is a Big Deal because have you seen my picture? Me running is like Lindsay Lohan being mature. Or Paris Hilton keeping her legs together. (Did I just say that? I think I did).

Anyway, my blatant attempts at conjuring up a google search that doesn’t involve Emma Watson’s Boobs aside, I’ve been running, three times a week. I’ve been following a program that gradually increases the time and distance and now I’m up to thirty minute runs. Great. And there just so happens to be a 5K run (that’s about three miles in American) nearby on Saturday morning, and I already signed up because I get a free t-shirt and hopefully a coupon for a Big Mac or something but also because the money goes to charity. Cool, right?

Also, just this week (and totally unrelated to my running or Lindsay Lohan), my mother-in-law went to the hospital for a few days complaining of chest pains and dizziness. The Alert has gone out and her children are converging from various corners of the country to check on her. My flippant tone is because she seems OK: they already ran tests, found nothing, and sent her home, asking her to please not mix up her medications. (this is not the first time, nor will it be the last). So we are going to go and see her, possibly tomorrow.

Anybody see the scheduling problem? Now, it is not a big deal to me to miss the 5K run on Saturday. I really don’t have my heart set on running it. There will be another soon enough, and I can keep running my runs during the week and life will go on. But my wife says that I’ve “trained all summer for this” so she is telling me to run it, which means I can’t be gone with her to visit her mom and brothers and sisters.

So what do I do? Do I insist that no, I don’t wanna run (which isn’t entirely true, I admit I was a little disappointed when I realized I would miss it, but only for a minute or two) and that we go visit? Or do I send my wife alone, do the run, and perhaps call my near-death mother in law afterward and say “sorry, I had a 5K, glad you’re home from the hospital”?

There may be a compromise, all of us leaving Saturday after the run (it’s pretty early in the AM) and just not spending Friday and Saturday morning with family.

Finally, just why the hell am I putting this on my blog? I think just to sort out my thoughts. I dunno.