KARMA, Baby

that's what it is. i was just bragging to everyone how i could run 6 miles now (yes, in a row, without stopping, on the very same day) and today i couldn't do it. i had the brilliant idea to run after bible study-around noon, when i hadn't eaten since 7 and when it was freagin HOT outside. but i thought, it's all mental...i'll just tell myself i can do it and i will. that lasted for about 4 miles and then i had to give up. that's when i started having that familiar queasy feeling and the visions played in my mind...i would pass out on this random patch of grass, a big van driving by would see me, kidnap me, and then the kids would NEVER get picked up from school. so i kept walking, b/c that's what moms do, right? they don't have the luxury of passing out and getting kidnapped. i got home and told dave, and he was all, "why are you so obsessed with passing out all the time?" and that's when i realized that normal people are not thinking about passing out all the time. hmm. but there is a reason behind my madness-i have passed out A LOT...on the playground, at the batting cages, getting my nails done, on the side of the road, and in school, just to name a few. dave's seen it once and says it's not pretty-my lips curl up and i sort of look dead. nehoo, a couple of life lessons not lost on me today are: 1) don't brag. 2) buy a treadmill.