I cannot tell you how many walnuts I've almost stepped on this year.
Those suckers need to go away before I roll an ankle or faceplant on the trail.
When I see someone attractive, I pick up the pace a little.
I talk to almost every living thing that crosses my path.
This includes not just humans but deer, squirrels, and birds.
I'm just practicing for when I'm a Disney princess.
I think I'm doing great until I see someone running faster.
Sometimes I smell skunk ... but worry that I'm actually smelling myself.
As much as I hate the treadmill, it has taught me to pick up my feet when I run.
Dragging your feet on the treadmill is a bad idea.
What do you have to confess this week?