Close Call

Last night husband talked me into taking a walk with the family. I would have been fine sitting on the porch with the boys, but NOOO we had to go on a walk. That little voice in my head told it was much too dangerous to walk so late. I should have known better. What happens when it gets dark during the summer months – the frogs come out to torture me. The cul-de-sac in our neighborhood is a notorious hang out for them. I’m tempted many a summer night to drive repeatedly in circles until I nail a few.

Anyway we were halfway down the cul-de-sac and wouldn’t ya know it but a big, ugly frog was sitting there just waiting for me. So I did what any rational person would do – took off running abandoning my husband and small children. I almost bit it on our sprint back due to my ADD dog’s excitement from all of the commotion. I usually don’t run in jeans and flip flops, but I was not going to let the killer frog eat me alive. I couldn’t help what happened to the rest of my family or what the onlookers thought of my parenting skills. I managed to run the entire half mile home without looking back at my family or down at the pavement. It was a close call but I made it home safely. It was definitely the most exercise I’ve had in the past year. Needless to say I won’t be going down that path again for the rest of the summer. On a positive note - I've had my cardio for the week!