good grief

Blogger is not my friend at the moment.  I have a post all ready to go, with a video, about the blissful weekend we just had.  Once I finally got the video to upload...the darn thing won't publish.

Our weekend (which is long gone..seeing as it is now Tuesday) was a breath of fresh air.

There were runs, and farmer's markets, and family time, and big piles of french toast..that were almost as good my husband's french toast.

There was this.  At 6:30 on Saturday morning.

I love being a spectator at these things.  Not only because I love to cheer Zach on, but most importantly for that reason.  It also provides LOADS of people-watching opportunities, and the eavesdropping on conversations between runners about things like what their time was after their last marathon, and how the gradual incline on mile ten just killed them.  Let's just say I didn't over-hear anyone talking about where they were going for french toast after the race...

Zach ran in Simpsonville's own Sunrise 8K on Saturday.  So it was even better getting to watch him run through the streets that we travel every day.

As for Tuesday, and the rest of the week for that matter, it is filled to the brim with goodness and goings-on.  Which means that if I don't want to fall behind, I had better get a move on!

sag

p.s.  I know I say this all the time.  I promise to try and be better.  See you soon.