It's my way, or ... the highway?

Threw down a hard, hard 9 miles today. I did too much yesterday I think, my legs were tired when I woke up! But I created a running log on runningahead.com this week, and I'm addicted to watching my numbers go up. It's my nature.

While I was logging nearly an hour and forty minutes on the spinning belt, one of my neighbors was working a walk/run beginner plan. And I really wanted to lean over and give her some advice, but I think that would be weird. This isn't the first time I've had the urge, either. It strikes everytime I see a man on the step mill, hanging on for dear life, hunched over the rails. "Straighten up, yo!" But I don't tell him, because I don't know him.

A few days ago my husband asked if I ever evaluate myself and my character. He didn't really want to know, it was just a lead it to talk about his character, but I took it seriously. "I don't think I'm a very patient person," I told him. And then, later, "I think my way of doing things is the best way. Period." And I came to this realization because...

I was looking at a scrapbooking magazine, which made me think of my work and my mom's as well. She gets the same magazine, but never seems to use the advice or techniques she reads about. In fact, she is part of a group of ladies I scrap with that are still doing pretty much the same thing they've done with their books since 1999. My mom has cropped all of my baby pics into shapes, hexagons and hearts, which drives me apeshit. And I think I said as much, once, which makes me feel so small because she put a lot of time and effort into making these books and is proud of them. The truth is, I think I've been looking down on these ladies and feeling that my pages are superior (which is a laugh in itself), when really there is no right or wrong to scrapbooking. There shouldn't be, anyway. So go ahead and crop your pictures into stars and Easter eggs and mat them with neon. I've got to go apologize to my mum.

And maybe my hubs as well, it seems that there might have been some disrespecting of his parking skills, and also the finding of the parking spots. Yikes.