I’m a runner. I love to run, and I especially love to run when there is a specific purpose for running.
There happens to be a grocery store one mile from my house, and I usually have a thing or two to pick up for dinner, so I often bring a plastic bag and a few dollars with me on my runs. I look like this before I leave:
One day as I left for such a run Kevin saw the bag in my hand and asked incredulously, “Is that in case you have to…poop during your run?
I explained that no, it was not a personal poo bag, it was for shopping.
I’ve been a bit self conscious about my bag since then–especially because after I stop at the store, I run a mile home with the bag looking like this
It would be different if I had a dog with me but I don’t. And a I live a mile from Vincenzo’s school, I am spotted by a lot of people who know me and are always honking and waving at me and my not-a-poo-bag.
I tried a cloth bag once, for a different look, and the next day a friend said, “I saw you running by the lake yesterday…with your purse!”
So I went back to plastic.
Now when I get to the store and put my groceries on the counter and the cashier asks what kind of bag I would like, I stick my sweaty, wadded up bag on the conveyer belt and say, “You can just use my poo bag. I didn’t need it on the way down here.”
Yup. If you can’t lick ‘em, join ‘em. And with that in mind, the title of this blog post takes on a whole different meaning.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Twice baked potatoes (bacon and blue cheese for us, bacon and cheddar for them)
Roasted red pepper and tomato soup
White chocolate macadamia nut cookies