You're such an IDIOT! Gawd.

Don't worry you are not an idiot. My pedometer is, atleast I am pretty darn sure that it is, in fact, from now on, I will refer to it as Napolean.

Napolean (the IDIOT) told me that I was a fast walker. Napolean is (prepare yourselves, because according to my children AND my students - so this is coming on good authority - I am about to use a swear word) stupid. I rue the day of your birth Napolean!!! Go to h-e double hockey sticks Napolean!!!

Ah, now that that is out of my system, let me tell you all about my new problem. It turns out that I am actually a very slow walker - maybe the slowest person who ever decided to enter a half-marathon (which apparently I was not clear about, the half-marathon is taking place in January at Disney World). I don't actually care about this little glitch, I think it is actually incredibly hilarious. I miscalculated my pace (thanks to Napolean) so badly that, really, I can't stop laughing (well, yes, ofcourse it could be hysteria - cause it sure as h-e double hockey sticks isn't a runners high!!!). But now, I have to start worrying about the people in vans, or not. I have 6 months to train.

One of my "followers" my very kind friend, Denise (who looks WAY better in bike shorts - I'm sure much to the relief of the good people of Ridgeway) came out to the track with me this evening. She was very patient with me, even though at times, I was sure she was going to turn me into one, a patient I mean. She's speedy. It got me thinking about my pace, and led me to the conclusion (I won't torture you with ALL my mental rambling) that Napolean was really off the mark. I didn't take Napolean with me, since my son dismantled him earlier today - thanks buddy, you really did do me a favour, hopefully you even threw his battery down the vent.

I have a long way to go dear followers. But, it's going to be totally sweet in the end!