I was afraid I would neglect to make my Lame Post Friday post on Friday. Even my predictive text thingy is on to me. But it is counterproductive to beat oneself up about these things. I am lounged on my couch, pecking in one letter at a time with the stylus on my Tablet (thank you, predictive text thingy), sipping my first cup of coffee with real gratitude.
I am up as early as I am during the week, which I feel rather ill-used about on a Saturday, but it is by no means unusual for me. I opted not to run the Reindeer Run 5K in Little Falls, NY this morning. One advantage, I said to myself, was that I could sleep in (oh well). It was still a kind of a load off my mind. I have not been running as much as I like to before a 5K, and even in my best shape (which is still kind of round and puffy), I get so nervous. I like butterflies, but not in my stomach.
Predictably, I feel a little wistful now. It is such a fun run, and I get to dress up. Oh well, maybe next year.
Oh dear, I suddenly realize: I have gotten predictable! We knew I would make my blog post late! We knew I would not sleep in on a Saturday! We knew I would feel bad about not running the 5K! I need to find something unpredictable to do right away. I can make a blog post about it.
I suppose you knew I was going to say that.