I hope I am not misleading you guys into believing that the book reviews I (occasionally) write are any part of a significant job. I literally write one review about every six months and I get paid a nominal fee; so trust me, I'm no Michiko Kakutani (The New York Times chief book reviewer -- she has my dream job...ah, to be Michiko..). But, once I read "The Athlete's Guide to Yoga," I most certainly will share its most treasured advice about incorporating yoga with running, but due to reviewer's guidelines, I cannot actually share the physical book (and for those who know me, they understand that I don't share books anyway -- I am very selfish with them, sorry dudes).
Anyway, back to running...nothing new to report there. Last night, I walked the dogs with Erin and graded papers until almost midnight (had to resume the grading at 7 am this morning in order to finish and return essays to my students today). But tonight I do plan on running -- thinking of doing about 5 miles, but we'll see how I feel once I get home.
But since I don't have any running news to report, let me tell you about the new way that I annoy my husband (it's not my intention to annoy, just my nature). See, my husband is a big candy fiend, so this time of year at places like Target and the grocery store he makes his Holy Land pilgrimage and purchases enough candy to last us until Easter. This year, he added mini-packages of Starburst to the variety, and they come in little packets of two. But I only like the red kind (yeah, Wendy, you can have your "blue" flavor and I'll take my red). So, I systematically open the Starburst packages as I search for the reds, and if I don't find a red, I discard the Starburst package back into the Cauldron of Candy (you could fit a small child in there).
Last week, my husband discovered me doing this and suddenly the loose Starbursts and my habit clicked together for him. "What are you doing?" he asked, as I rummaged through the Cauldron tearing open the mini-packages and then tossing them back in. "Have you been leaving open packages of candy in the Cauldron?"
"Looking for the reds," I told him.
"You can't do that! If you open it, you have to eat the ones in there, no matter what!" Apparently, there's a rule book on eating candy that I haven't been issued.
"Yes, I can. Watch." And I tore into another mini-package, not red, I discarded it.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you! This. This. Is my new pet peeve!" he declared.
"That's fine," I told him. You can add it to the list.