My runs

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.

Twice baked potatoes (bacon and blue cheese for us, bacon and cheddar for them)
Steamed broccoli
Roasted red pepper and tomato soup
White chocolate macadamia nut cookies

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