Sometimes I wonder where I got my kids or what I did to make them so weird. Surely it can’t be something they inherited.
My first child, CindyLooWho, and her brother, Beavis, have been challenged by their other brother, Bobert, to run in a half marathon in May.
So they decided they needed to put in some training miles this morning… in a blizzard. They asked me to drive them eight miles out into the Siberian Tundra east of CindyLooWho’s house.
They checked their GPS and the training aps on their mobile devices, made sure their running gear was all set…
…and ran off into the storm. I felt like I was dropping off unwanted kittens.
Or maybe just very weird, nutcase wacked out children, who, by the way, immediately started running for home.
They told me they expected to arrive at the house in about an hour and a half so I went with DH to Walmart to get new wiper blades for my car.
See, I knew I needed new wiper blades but every time I’m reminded it’s during a sideways snow storm or the drenching rain. So every time I’ve ever bought wiper blades I’ve spent half an hour in a Walmart parking lot trying to install them in that same kind of gosh-awful storm. Therefore when DH complained about the condition of my wiper blades I told him I’d buy them if he’d put them on my car. Which he did in the parking lot in the wind and snow.
The cold and snow must have put a little fire in the hearts of the runners because they cut their time way down and arrived probably fifteen minutes early. Therefore by the time we got back they were out of their cold clothes and getting warmed up and bragging about how hard core they were. So I didn’t get photos of what they looked like after their run.