Well, this has no knitting content but I thought you all might like to know that I beat Barbie yesterday.  Not literally (I don't have those tendencies) but on the race route.  I did a 10K yesterday and did ok.  I did not do as well as I thought I would but this was just the thing I needed to get my butt out and running. 

So I was about 3/4 mile from the end when this woman passes me.  I was allowing myself a two minute fast walk to get my breathing organized.  She said in a excited voice "Oh, you are doing so good and by the way you were my target and I have passed you".  

Now, I got irritated.  She seriously looked like Barbie and was all thrilled that she beat the woman with a not so Barbie look. 

Let me describe by family genes for just one moment.  I can gain muscle like no tomorrow and have never really had slender body parts.  I have not lifted with my arms in probably six months and still have biceps that some women would die for.  (Not sure who but I have received comments)  Currently you just have to dig through the extra fluff I have at the moment to really see how huge they are but they are there.  Because of this type of body structure running has never been my thing.  Track in general was the last thing I ever wanted to do because my strengths were in other areas.  To give you an example, my sister joined track and guess what her main event was?   Shot put (not sure if I spelled that right)  So you get the picture.  If I were an animal I would probably be an ox and not a graceful gazelle.  I think running is mainly a gazelle sport. 

So back to the story.  I was gracious and smiled back to Barbie.  Little did she know that I had Seether playing on the shuffle and I got a little irritated.  So, I started my jog/run again and passed by the water table.  Who can drink at a time like this?  I passed her before the water table and beat her in the race.  People that will teach barbie a lesson.  Don't tell your target before the race is done that you have beat her.  If I get pissed I will find a way to beat you.  Even if it means I might throw up on the ticket lady at the end of the race due to exhaustion.  I will have your number and you will NOT have mine.

Ahhhhh...Sweet Victory.

Happy Knitting.