It’s official: I will seriously do ANYTHING to postpone running some days. Here I am… actually blogging. I’m just finishing up week 4 of the Couch to 5 K program, and I don’t know what week 5 has in store because week 4 almost killed me. My bones hurt thinking about running today for 16 minutes. Not all at once, but at least 2 intervals of 5 minutes. Which is plenty. Try it some time (all you non runners… Mr. Hyatt can not talk on this subject – he frequently runs his three miles – in about 15 minutes – daily. And he’s … distinguished, let’s just say…)

Whoa – I got so off track. Anyway – I’m running this morning, so I’m about to be “unavailable” for calls. Which leads me to this subject: I know what my rates are. There is a method to my madness. If you are ever tempted to tell me what my rates are – don’t. I’m aware of it. Really I am. You are all so sweet and protective though. I appreciate it. That’s all I’m gonna say about that… *wink face*

After I run and hopefully recover and live, I’m going to go to church. Yes. I go to church. Every Sunday unless I’m ill. It’s a habit, forced upon me as a child. But now I enjoy it. It gives me a chance to pray for all of the naughty men (regardless of if you feel you need it or not – *ahem* Last Shot and Milkman!) AND it gives me a chance to get a little ‘insurance’ for all the naughty stuff I’m about to do for the week ahead. Like the insurance man told me the other day, you buy insurance hoping you’ll never need it. By the time you need insurance, it’s a bit too late to buy it then, right? You all know I’m totally having fun with the irony of a phone sex girl going to church on sundays and then coming home and breaking out her hitachi wand to masturbate, right?

I will be back this afternoon! Now I’m REALLY going to get going on my run. I could have been (almost) done by now!

Come dream with me later on this afternoon, okay? You’ll be glad you did!