today

So I started this thing @ the kids' school last fall; Monroe Milers. It is a running/walking club that meets on Mondays; we get together on thier 1/8 mile track, warm up, and then walk or run until 4. We ended the fall with 50 kids; we started this spring with 60, today we had close to 75. It is a riot -- literally at times -- to see these kids in perpetual motion. Some have such great attitudes, they run and laugh and seem to enjoy it. Some complain the whole time, stop frequently, and ask when it is time to go home. I felt almost track-coachish today -- "keep moving, speed up, keep it up..." REALLY REALLY ODD, if you know me at all. It is crazy fun, though.

We went to Sports Authority looking for a few things this evening; it always seems like a great idea to go bump around the SA and see what you can find. I usually leave disappointed. They've got a ton of cool stuff at prices that make my head hurt. I know that Nike and North Face stuff are super cool, but come on...a tank top for $30 on sale?!? I can make one cheaper than that. Unreal.

Reading a friend's blog tonight -- use of the word "kick ass" in the context of baked potatoes nearly had me rolling off the couch. I am a fan of said word, especially when it is used in the descriptive sense. And the baked potatoes in question are in fact kick ass.

Reading in the Register (on, actually -- love the free Internet version!) and there were some pretty wild opinion posts concerning the cyclist who got hit last week in Madison County. One in particular made my stomach turn -- the cycling community has seen a bunch of folks get buzzed/hit by cars in the last year, many injuries, some deaths. And cyclists can be downright rude about sharing the road as well...but this particular quote had me ready to spout. Some jerk made a bunch of comments, like "if you cyclists knew how stupid your little outfits look, you wouldn't be out riding anyway" and "I hope more of you end up like this (guy in the hospital w/ broken pelvis and fractured skull). REALLY!?! How far down the human scale does this commenter find themselves?!? You have issues with bikes -- fine. You feel the need to spout off about a father and husband who nearly died, accidentally or not. So be it. But to spit such venom...that is ill. Really, really ill.

Night, world.