So in the grand tradition of gym horror stories (hi, Suz!), I saw an odd thing last week. A young lady came in, started up a treadmill, covered up the timer dealie with a magazine, and ran full-tilt. She was wearing long johns, flannel pajama bottoms, a hoodie with the hood on, a raincoat, wool mittens, and a wool hat. She started right after I started, and was still running over an hour later when I left. At one point she was hanging onto the treadmill for dear life, but still running running running. I kept a close eye on her because I was convinced she was going to pass out and fall. I haven't seen her again, but maybe she is going earlier or later.

We had a grand time in Farmington. I mean, it's Farmington, which isn't exactly a garden spot. But it was very nice to get out of town, eat out, and see a few movies. Anna and I loved "Juno" but Conor hated every second. Conor loved "Meet the Spartans", but Anna and I were indifferent to it. The doggy boys went to my mom and dad's for the first time ever, and that went pretty well. They were very spoiled--they even got to sleep on Mom and Dad's bed!

Anna needs a new cell phone and about 6 pairs of jeans. Conor needs new shoes and some workout clothes for wrestling. Parenting sure isn't cheap. Good thing I love them so much.