Random Thoughts While Running

One of the things I have always liked about running is that it allows me to be alone with my thoughts.  Aside from the obvious physical benefits, it has provided tremendous mental and emotional boosts for me, as it's my "me time."  When I was in graduate school it was while running, or walking between our apartment and campus, that I often worked out the most vexing questions related to my research papers.

 

Sometimes, however, the thoughts that go through my head as I run are purely random and scattershot.  Here, for example, are the smattering of thoughts that ran through my wee brain as I ran last night:

• Man, it's hot.  Of course it's hot; this is Thailand...
• Feeling pretty good on this run, I wonder when I'll hit the wall...
• I wish my hair was long enough for a ponytail, that would be so cool...
• Wow, I almost stepped on that frog--that would have felt really weird...
• I'll bet Chuck Norris doesn't run barefoot.  Sissy...
• I need to start upping my mileage for that half-marathon in Cambodia in December...
• หัว ไหล่ ตูด...
• If I don't lose at least six pounds on this run, the Wii is going to tell me I'm overweight.  Again...
• New rule for watching World Cup at my house: every time the announcers says "โอ๊ะโห" (oh-ho) I have to do 10 push-ups...
• What was that squishy thing I just stepped on?  I really hope everyone cleaned up after their dogs...
• หัว ไหล่ ตูด ตูด ตูด ตูด...
• I am so dead if Chuck Norris catches wind that I even thought about calling him a sissy...
• My hair feels funny this long.  I want to shave it all off again...
• Ten push-ups is a lot, and the announcers say โอ๊ะโห a lot.  Maybe I should go with five pushups...
• I hate it when the Wii tells me I'm overweight...
• Hey, I never hit the wall.  That was a great run!

Overheard at Snack Time

Mali and I were sitting at our new kitchen table (love it!), working at our separate laptops.  Jane decided that she needed a little something to eat, so Mali started feeding her.  Have I mentioned that at two years and seven months old Jane is still not weaned?  Mali has said she wants to wean Jane, but hasn't brought herself to break that particular tie.

So, we're sitting here, the three of us, and Mali said, "I can't believe I'm nursing Jane."  Slight pause, then Mali said, in one of those voices intended to mimic my deep, manly tones, "But you probably can."

Naturally I replied, "I can."

Just as naturally and without missing a beat, Jane said, "I can."

Hasn't anyone told her it's not polite to talk with your mouth full?