I suppose Thinking Out Loud is all about those weird musings in our heads. Only when I speak to my husband, he never seems to think about this stuff. Part of why I like running is not thinking (especially if I’m trying to push the pace).
Raking & mushroom picking
Doesn’t everyone rake at 6:45 am in their pajamas? Well, that’s what happens when you have a dog refusing to do their business. And it’s no longer dark.
Then it was time to pick the field of mushrooms that had magically appeared overnight.
Do squirrels get vertigo?
We have a raised ranch. I much preferred our ranch in Austin (that’s ranch style, not an actual ranch, although friends in Austin do have an actual ranch).
One of the things I do enjoy about our current house is eating my meals on the couch (which reclines — really not good for your hips but oh well) and watching the sunrise.
As I was doing just that yesterday morning, I watched a squirrel squrrying across a tree limb far above the ground. Now that the leaves are almost gone, I can see that. Just like I can see the birds sitting on top of roofs. Small birds.
I wonder if they get afraid of heights. Which obviously is a silly thought, but there you go, my mind goes to these places.
A little bribe’ll get you moving
I bribe myself all the time.Whatever post run snack is waiting for me often gets me through a run.
The other night I wanted to do some yoga. But the thought of changing out of jeans, into leggings, and back into jeans . . . it was just too much. It’s generally too cool when I walk the dogs to be in leggings all the time (even with our wonderful Indian summer that will tank just as I have a race).
So I bribed myself: you can change into your pajama bottoms, even though you haven’t eaten dinner yet, but you must do that yoga. Luckily I wasn’t planning to walk the dogs again. Totally worked.
Does it matter if I pick all the photos with pizza?
Did you ever wonder if you picked the wrong images on a reCaptcha — would it still let you post?
I’ve never actually not picked the right images, even though sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s what, but I do wonder if it even actually matters?
And just what do you think about those reCaptcha thingies anyway?
I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her: