Now here comes the "throwback" paragraph:
[composed 11/7/10: Here I am with Erika, Laura and Elizabeth at the Hot Chocolate 5K/15K. Alas, we never saw L and E again after this because they are real runners and did the 15K. Still, Erika and I had a fantastic time; we surprised ourselves by running most of the way. We weren't as surprised that we thoroughly enjoyed the fondue and the chocolate. Last but not least, a bit of shopping on State Street... Though it was so cold that I never once regretted wearing bike shorts and long johns under my track pants, I mean, trousers, I would do it again in a second! But maybe with a smaller bag, I did NOT need that giant backpack!]
*Bedtime around here is almost always hideous and utterly lacking in peace and grace. Which causes me to leak the remaining grace I may have right out of my body and become a ogress. I don't actually enjoy the feeling but 98.5 of 100 nights, but I feel incapable of humanity (any moms tracking with me?!). Point is, the other night, desperate to retain a shred of composure when I wanted to lose it, I made up a song/rap that goes like this:
B A D M O V E
That was a mistake
You would appreciate this more if I performed it live BUT life performance is not on my agenda right now....