So for the last couple of months, any time I go running and my bladder jostles too much, I'm reminded of the 5k I ran with Peter in November.
In case you don't remember (or didn't know) we met up in Syracuse, UT, to run in a 5k that benefited the cause of my friend Tara and her project to build a playground for children with disabilities. A great cause, and I got to run with my brother. Made me happy.
But it wasn't too far into the race when I realized that I could happily take a potty break. In fact, it was at about the 2k mark -- not even halfway. But I just kept running and tried to ignore it.
A second or two later, Pete turns to me and says, "Do you think they'd care if I used that?" He nodded toward a house we had just passed with a toilet as a lawn ornament in their flower bed. I kind of laughed. The guy running behind us said, "Even if you clog it, it would be okay. That guy is a plumber."
We all three laughed and continued on our way, but when I'm out running and can use a break I'm reminded of the lawn toilet in the plumber's yard that Pete wanted to use.
Fun times.
When that was all dry, I put on a coat of black. After that was dry, I sanded it like crazy. Ok, it wasn't like crazy because I could only do it by hand, and after the first half of the first one, my hand was dying. And I had to do THREE!
When that chore was finally done, I put on a coat of stain. I think they turned out pretty darn good if I do say so myself. I'm excited for them to go up. Now all I have to do is finish painting our master bath, and then maybe repaint our room, cuz lets face it, the color scheme I had in my head didn't look so good in person. It needs to be lighter. Yes, lighter. I hope I can get it done.
