I’ve got a race on Monday, so I need to get crackin’. I actually had a nightmare a couple of nights ago, where I had a brilliant idea that I could send my body on through the run, leaving my mind free to wander and relax back at the start/finish line (I think Alton Brown was there and I wanted to hang with him). Midway through the dream, I suddenly realized that – whoops – physical impossibility, and by then it was too late to start running. What can I say? I’m a freak.
I checked the weather, and of course, we’re scheduled to have snow that day. No snow for Christmas, but it’s going to snow every single freaking time I have a competitive run during these months. Today, after hitting the gym (no backing out! Pay for that Christmas cookie!), I’ll head over to the sporting store to find some slip-on rubber cleats and a balaclava-style running mask. Hurray for Christmas deals that are also practical!
Completely unrelated, Sam got a Pokemon game for his Gameboy from my father-in-law. Sam wasn’t really enthused, as he really doesn’t know or care much about Pokemon, but he likes most games, so he figured he’d give it a go. He’s in his usual “I keep getting stomped, so I’ll keep giving up” stage that he enters with every game, but I’m loving the fact that there is so much reading required, and he’s not getting frustrated at all with that. See? Video games aren’t evil! (Says the woman who can, from her current seat, turn and see probably about twenty or thirty different such games around the house. 
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I’m loving the fact that there is so much reading required, and he’s not getting frustrated at all with that. See? Video games aren’t evil!
I stand by my claim that Animal Crossing (on the Gamecube) took Alice over the literacy hump from sounding things out phonetically to reading and writing with ease. She used to send me the cutest little notes via the Animal Crossing post office. :}