Us runners? We like our shoes. I’m not even going to show you but at this very moment, I have not one, not two, but….ok five pairs of running shoes laying at the back door…and cough two more pairs cough at the front door. I won’t even tell you how many are left in the closet. Shoe hog much?
I’ve got my holiday shopping done. But the amount of stuff I ordered for myself in the process? I need to hire this guy to help the delivery vehicles back up the driveway. Hanging head in shame.
You know I love me some Starbucks. I’ve confessed to being a proud gold-card carrying member. And that I love me some star dash action. Well for the holidays, Starbucks has had some good dashes, especially on Mondays. One recent Monday they offered 8 bonus stars for a $15 purchase. So in I went. I figured I’d treat myself to a bag of their special holiday blend coffee. But first I asked my beloved barista to load more $$ on my gold card. What he actually did was ring up the coffee on my CREDIT CARD before he loaded my gold card. So I did not get credit for the purchase. No 8 stars for me. I didn’t realize this until I got home and looked at the receipt. So the next day I went to a different Starbucks and returned said coffee. Seriously I have no shame.
About that jump? Many of you asked me how on earth I did this ugly-sweater jump as well as the one on Instagram. Um let me tell you, not easily. This is the girl who ruptured her hamstring doing a forward fold in yoga class. My 10-year old gets total photo cred for it, all 697,000 takes.
Because I’m hit or miss with Dropbox, I emailed the pics of that ugly sweater jump to myself. Except you know how auto-correct is on iPhones. Instead of filling in my email address which starts with teamarcia, it filled in teamhoyt. And yes, I sent a pic of me doing the ugly sweater jump to Rick and Dick Hoyt.
They responded the next day. I’m still blushing. I can’t even remember why I have them in my contact list. I suppose I fundraised for them or promoted their book or something. The fact that I don’t remember is another confession I guess. My bad.
With that I will open it up to you and your runfessions. I can’t be the only loon who does stuff like this, can I?
One more thing: If you don’t already follow me on Twitter, you may want to as I’ve got a sweet Twitter-only giveaway coming up next week that ends on Christmas day. I want you to win!