Did you know Wednesday?

Did you know that when I did my first 5K I was passed by a little old man named Richard? Richard had been coming into the chiropractic office where I worked for many years. He is tiny, probably about 5'2 maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. I don't remember how old he was, but definately pushing 70. So there I was, just four months post baby and ready to start running again. A 5K was a good place to start for me, so my friend Judith and I signed up for one in Tempe. As I began running I felt really good. My pace was quick, my breathing was steady, my body felt good. Towards the end of the race my face was bright red, my lungs hurt and I felt like I was 50 years older then I actually was. All the sudden I see a little old man go barreling past me with the speed and agility of a cheetah. That made me feel really out of shape. I finished the race in a respectable amount of time and felt pretty good about it. However, I bet you didn't know that my face turns bright red when I workout. I mean beet glowing on fire red. I'm not sure why that happens. It makes me look like I'm about to pass out and die. Everyone kept asking if I was ok, and I was offered a lot of liquid and some shade to lay down in. I just accepted all the attention rather then explain that my face turns that color after all physical activity, even yoga. I probably have a new disease, let's call it Red Faced Sara disease. Anyhow, the next race I run, I will be smoking little old Richard.

We went to the zoo today, just Charlotte and I. I'm not sure how many animals she saw. When we went past the lions I looked down at her face to see if she could see them, and all I saw was her mouth. Her hat had fallen down over her eyes, but it didn't seem to bother her. She was busy eating her biscuit, no sight needed. (picture above)