Wednesday, 8 February 2012

How Many Times Have I Told You.....

I got told off today, by a random stranger, when I was out running.
She stopped me in mid stride and said "Where are your shoes, and why
are you running in socks, you will ruin them?"
Nosey bugga I thought, but instead of voicing this out loud to her, I
remained pleasant.

And its true, I will ruin my snowy white socks soon and will have to buy
more, and how many times have I growled at my kids, for wearing their socks
outside....prob a million times, and this lady had probably growled at her
kids about the same amount as well, so I guess she was doing her job as a mum.

But why am I running in socks, you may be asking?

Barefoot running, that's what I am doing, and it is gloriously liberating, Yes,
true I am wearing socks now, but you should try running in barefoot at 6 am,
you will find as I did, that it does'nt take long for the feet to freeze and
go numb, in that early morning dew.

After suffering with a stuffed ankle for the past 8-9 months, because I was
running in good running shoes with orthodics, yeah go figure, my physio finally
encouraged me to walk in bare feet, which very quickly turned into running.
And my ankle, well it has never been better, now how awesome is that?

My cousin suggested that if I am finding running bare foot liberating, I wonder
how I would feel running totally naked.....ummmm Sherilyn, in a word "SHAMED".
Why do you think I am running in the first place, well yes to fix the ankle, but
also to loose flab that has attached itself to me without asking....but maybe when
I have removed it, maybe I will try the middle of the night when nobody
is around!!!

Not that I said all this to the lady that stopped me, instead I agreed with her,
Yes I will probably ruin my socks, but doctors orders and you can't disobey your
doctor....and enough chit-chat, I need to go.

So, dear people, next time you want to feel liberated, try barefoot running and
join the new revolution, and if you are a little more game, strip it all off!

Bye, Misty

Saturday, 4 February 2012

A Really Yummy Gewurztraminer.

The other night, the kids were asleep, husband was out with the lads, and I was home alone with my remote control and an extremely good bottle of gewurztraminer, maybe I had already had two glasses or possibly 3, anyway who is counting? I certainly was'nt.

The phone rang, I answered, the caller said.."Hi My name is Leanne, I am an old friend of Mr P, about 20-25 years ago.....bla bla bla" My foggy brain didn't take much in at all.

But before I knew it I was agreeing to take in for Sunday night, 2 adults and 4 chn, who were on a biking holiday, did I mention the children were 1, 3, 5, and 6 years...., as they had to be at the airport 9am Monday morning. Who were these people? Where were they from? Who knows? I certainly didn't but I agreed to let them sleep on our lounge floor.....

Before I hung up, I suddenly realized I didn't have any idea who I was talking too, I couldn't remember who she said she was, so as she began her goodbyes, I suddenly blurted out "Who are you, and how do you know my husband?"

I am sure this lady began to have second thoughts about sending this family to stay, What sort of crazy woman, has Mr P married? Anyway graciously, she told me how she and Mr P knew each other, and this time I randomly wrote more notes on back of the envelope.

I hung up the phone, poured another glass the very yummy wine and settled back to watch more TV.

When Mr P came home, I was pretty cheerful, but I did remember to tell him people were coming to stay, on sunday night, but I had lost the envelope, so I couldn't tell him who, but did he have a friend from 20 odd years ago, whose name was Leanne.

Luckily, Mr P knew who I was talking about, and has been in touch with his old friend, but we still don't know a lot about this family, but we are looking forward to hosting them for the night.

They sound pretty amazing if they can travel this way with 4 young kids, I am looking forward to meeting them, maybe we will catch the bug too.....although the mind sure boggles with how we would keep Scooby on a bike, maybe a tandem with ropes to tie him on.....and bags him not on my bike!

Anyway dear readers, if at all there is anyone out there reading my crap, I will let you know all about them next time.

Talk soon