Life in the Fast Lane

This morning I realized yet again what a slow jogger I am. I was on the sidewalk and a guy, about 8 feet in front of me, entered the sidewalk, walking with his IPod to the gym or something. . . and I could not catch up. We were going the same pace with his walking and my jogging, so I had to speed up pass him, wait till he was out of sight and then sit down and take a breather.

On Sunday night, we will not be taking phone calls, its the season finale of Lost, excitement and tensions will be high, Jack will be ignored, and Teddy's on babysitting duty; it's a 2.5 hour special and we be excited but sad too. Feel free to send flowers again.