Yeah. I don't run in the winter weather. The very idea is a contradiction in terms. Running on ice? Almost physically impossible. I picture myself sort of looking like those cartoons, or like my dogs do: try to zoom out of there and you wind up doing a very ridiculous looking version of the "running man," so popular back in the nineties. Was that really considered a dance move? But I digress.
Really. I stay home, in my jammies on the couch, usually wrapped in a blanket because I freeze. Not my type of season. Hot tea is the order of the day. Dogs draped over my lap and excessive amounts of BookFacing, reading and generally ignoring the fact that the day exists at all. The books in on reserve at the library, the grocery store, and the ever-continuing search for employment have to wait.
This usually means by the end of the day that I am Losing.My.Mind. Heaven help me if the bad weather lasts longer than a day. Its not pretty. Believe me. I start looking at my tennis rackets and thinking about strapping some bungee cords to those babies and snowshoeing my tush out of this state. Because I don't drive in bad weather.
But one good thing has come of this desire to be productive; Buns on the Run! I'm fighting the urge to raise my arms to the sky and shout, "look what I have createeeeedd!!" Don't worry, I'll spare you. But a blog of my very own! I'm rather proud.
I'd like to thank the academy...
Well not really but there you have it. The beginning of my foray into blogging.
