Not Really A Runner - Yet

I've never thought of myself as a runner. In fact, I never even WANTED to run. Ever. That old cliche, "I only run when chased" applies to me completely.

So how is it that I find myself going into week 2 of the Couch to 5K training program? What in the world possessed me to go to a local running store and purchase a pair of "real" running shoes last week? What was I thinking when I downloaded "crap-tons" of podcasts this weekend?

I have no clue.

I'm having fun though (OK, maybe not fun, but at least a sense of accomplishment). #1 Son is "training" with me. He rows competitively (crew), so he has to run a lot. He says that he's proud of me and is enjoying running with me. Personally, I think he's just scared I'm going to drop dead and there will be no one around to cook dinner.

At any rate, I'm going to see how far I can take this. Everyone I have ever talked to says that the C25K program really works. I'm not sure I really want it to, but I'll keep you posted.

Don't call me a runner though. It's more like a slow jog.

Under Attack

There is a vulture in my house.

I saw it.

It dove at me.

I was speechless for about 4 seconds. That coupled with my "look of terror," hyperventilating and frantic pointing finally clued C. in that something was wrong.

You bet your a$$.

We were under attack.

C. says he hates flying things too, and then asked me where it came from. Holy Mother of God, how the hell should *I* know?!?! Does he actually think I invited it into our house?

After several minutes of searching, C. told me to calm down, that my "hysterics" might wake the kids. He tried to convince me that it was "probably just a little water bug." Yeah. And I'm the friggin Queen of England.

It is at least 6 inches long.

No, I'm not exaggerating.

I crept back down the stairs a few minutes ago to ask my hero, "Have you hunted it down and beat it to death yet?"

He chuckled and said, "I haven't heard any fluttering."

He hates me.

I think he's trying to kill me.