I really embarrassed about all the attention I got the other day when I said we went fast but I didn't know the time. I can barely do two miles under 8 minute mile pace so I know for sure it was nowhere near that...it was just fast for us...like maybe closer to 9 minute mile pace...I really don't know. Today we did closer to 10 minute mile pace. I'm trying to think of what entertaining things happened today besides my run...um..oh...I think today was my stressed out in public day. I was in a huge hurry to get home and turn off the oven...I know...bad but we were only gone 1/2 hour and I am so spoiled by Sasha always being there I kind of forget when he goes to the temple on Wednesday mornings and isn't there...at the computer like he always is. So anyway, we are at the library and I'm in a mad rush to get home and the security guard stops me because the beeper thing goes off. I have five little kids, high blood pressure over the chicken in the oven and 34 items that I think he's going to have to look at one by one. Luckily it only took at second but I didn't try too hard to show my displeasure...I wasn't rude...just kind of begging him to let me go and hoping the guilt trip worked....felt bad afterwards...should I bake the poor guy cookies? Then later today I was at Julia's dance recital practice....it lasted two hours so I took her and a friend for the first hour and another Mom came to take over for the last hour and was going to drive home. As I was leaving I asked the receptionist of the senior center (that's where the recital will be held) if they could please turn the heat down. She said no. I said could you put a fan in there. (there was a fan sitting behind her and not being used) She got up and left. A lady comes back and says, "Do you have a problem?" (I will make a note to self to avoid answering this type of question in public in the future...it does not mean that she wanted to help me but was really trying to pick a fight...) I explained the heat problem and asked about a fan...I should have pointed out the one sitting in the office behind us but was too polite. That's when the trouble started...she wanted to take out her frusturation at all the little kids running in the halls(which of course my kid and friend weren't doing) and I was the target...I got out of there fast after she demanded that I stay there with my daughter and I guess control all the other 60 some odd little ones driving her nuts. STRESS.......Anyway, I feel better now that I wrote in down and hope that anyone that actually read this far didn't feel stressed out reading it but hopefully just got a good laugh at a weird day. | 