I fail at confessing

Remember that time yesterday when I decided to do a confession post because I am doing a race this weekend that I've kept "secret" because I said I wasn't signing up for any more races right now? Then I wrote the whole post, published it, and didn't realize until much later that I never even mentioned the race at all.

 

However, I also taught an entire science lesson on organisms yesterday and didn't once mistakenly say "orgasm" so in my book Tuesday is still being recorded as a win.

 

The running store where I work part time is putting on a 20 mile race this weekend, perfectly timed out for people training for fall marathons. Which isn't me, but our store puts on fabulous races, it's completely flat for the first 19 miles, and has a sweet North Face shirt, so....why wouldn't I do it? Other than the fact that I've done exactly one double digit run in the past month or so?

 

I also talked all about my beloved Yonanas machine yesterday. I'm so obsessed with it that I forgot that it's not exactly a common household appliance. So if you didn't know, a Yonanas turns frozen bananas into soft serve ice cream consistency. No, I'm not going to say "it's just like ice cream!". Get real. But it feels like ice cream, it's cold, it's sweet, and if you're looking for a middle ground between enjoying ice cream every night and not seeing a new and frightening digit in the tens place on the scale*, it's your man.

 

*Speaking hypothetically, and not from experience, of course.

 





Today I did something very brave, and I expect everyone to applaud my heroism. Actually, before I even did this thing I was up at 4:50am and ran 8 miles, so let's all applaud that first, even though it was at a pathetic 9:58 pace. But after that, I went to work.....wearing the same dress that just recently prompted someone to accuse me of being pregnant. That's right, I got back on the horse and wore it again.

 

I wanted to post a picture but Eric wasn't home when I got home to take it, and it's essential that I'm in pajamas within 1.5 minutes of walking in my front door. I would normally have done a timer selfie, being a considerate blogger and all, but as far as we know our camera is still somewhere in Grand Turk so that's no longer possible. However, I did take a picture of the Yonanas machine.

 





A gorgeous iPhone picture taken while waiting for my dinner to heat up. You're welcome.

 

Any funny slip of the tongue stories to share? On our cruise, during the super serious safety briefing the cruise director said "In your rooms, there is no stroking allowed" (instead of no smoking) and just about all 4,500 people busted out laughing.

 

PS Fairly sure that I jinxed myself and I'll say "orgasm" tomorrow.