Munchy bum

24 hours later, and I'm out again. In case you aren't keeping track - that's three "runs" now. In four days. In March. In Nova Scotia. Pretty freakin' impressive. And here is a piece of advice for you - March in Nova Scotia is not the best time to take up a sport such as running. It is cold and damp. C-c-c-cold. If you are thinking of doing this - wait 'til April.

The running is going quite well. My route is the smallest block I can access from my house, and I am going around it twice. Going the same route for three days (so six loops, for the mathematically challenged) makes everything more predictable, and since my body is now a bit forewarned, it is also a bit forearmed. In other words, my brain is finding somewhere pleasant to go while my body deals with pounding the pavement. It was actually on this run that I decided I would follow through with my intention to write about this experience. I daydreamed about how witty I would be, and how my fame would spread slowly over the internet, until some bigwig at a big time publishing company read it, and made me an extremely lucrative book offer. So, bigwig, if you are out there reading this - I knew you'd like it! And sure, we can do lunch. But only if there is no coke, cookies or chocolate there.

I developed a problem shortly after I left home this time. My underwear decided that they were cold too, and crawled up my butt to keep warm. I tend to have a problem that Tony has affectionately dubbed "munchy bum", and my bum was definitely munchy today. So every ten or fifteen steps I had to yank them out - I am sure it was very entertaining for any one who happened to be watching. So, note to self - do not wear the black bikinis when "running".