Mid-Life Sampler Platter
I got in my car the other day and the tripometer read ‘26.2’ and I thought to myself “This must be a sign that I should register for a marathon.” I later realized that it was probably not the universe telling me to train for a marathon, but rather my car telling me that if I really feel the need to travel 26.2 miles, I should do it while seated and at a speed of 60-70 MPH, not on foot at 5 MPH. That’s the problem with signs. If you read them wrong, you may wind up doing something stupid, like running, or calling an ex. I hate running. Not that you can really call what I do ‘running’. It’s more of a ‘wog’. Not really walking, but slower than jogging. For some reason...
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