So I registered for the Boilermaker 15K. And then I went running. Not immediately, but soon enough.
OK, I think it is fate that I use the above sentence. You see, earlier I typed it in, then erased it, then decided I would make my post later so exited out of WordPress. The computer asked me did I really want to leave, as what I did might not be saved. I looked at the blank space and hit “Leave.” Now, returning to WordPress and wondering what I will say, I see an untitled draft saved from earlier. It is the sentence I erased!
Could it be returning to haunt me?
The question is not an idle one. I have been in I guess what you could call a spooky space lately. I shared pictures of Nosferatu a couple of days ago, yesterday I wore a spider earring and Halloween socks, I am currently sipping Malbec out of my Trick Or Treat wine glass (purchased at Pumpkin Junction in Sauquoit, NY) (and, yes, I did flash on Bela Lugosi as Dracula saying, “I never drink… wine”). OK, so now I have my headline.
There really wasn’t much to my Scattered Saturday this week. I worked. While working, I dithered some more about whether or not to run the Boilermaker 15K (the 5K isn’t even on my radar, by the way). I decided to run it. Then came home and changed my mind. Several times. And you see by my lead what my ultimate decision was. Yes, yes, I could still opt out, transfer my registration or get a deferment (because, you know, shit happens), but I feel fairly confident that I will follow through on this.
I had meant to write a Saturday Running Commentary about my run, but such a post was not forthcoming from my brain. It is not a well-trained brain.
I have not done much else today. I am currently cooking supper for my dearest husband, Steven. Perhaps a cooking post tomorrow, instead of Wrist to Forehead Sunday. Or maybe Sunday Running Commentary? A little uncertainty will add interest to my weekend. Happy Saturday, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 