The doorbell rang last Wednesday evening, while I was making dinner.  I was especially irritated because I had something on the stove which needed tending, and nobody else was home.  In a huff, I bustled to the front room where I could smell the BO wafting in the window.  I opened the door to find a dread-locked guy in his twenties clutching a clip board.  Before he could utter a syllable, I opened my mouth to say;  you know if you really want people to sign your petition, you might wanna use some soap!  Instead what came out was something like, “Look, I have something on the stove.  Can you just leave me some information about your cause?”  When it became clear that this unkept young man was actually peddling a farm fresh fruit and vegetable home delivery service, I conceded and shut off my stove in order to give him the time of day.

I’m so glad I pulled the stick out of my behind and listened to the stinky kid.  Because this morning, at 6:35am when leaving to take my son to school, I found my first delivery waiting on the doorstep!  It was like Christmas or my birthday in September (except that the box was full of just fruits and vegetables- no flowers, chocolates, shiny things or cake).  But I was, and still am, really excited!  See, it doesn’t take much to make me happy.  Just a big ol’ box of produce and maybe a measly little marathon PR.

Fueled up on my breakfast of coffee, eggs and Christmas box apples, I made my way to UEF for training.  Starved for conversation (the hippy guy did not hang around to talk with me this morning) I chatted up some of my Bootcamp friends as they finished class.  I worked my core and upper body, all the while sweating and talking at Heather.  I finished my training session feeling great and smelling ripe (farm boy has nothing on me after a workout) and headed home for a double date with my shower and bar of soap.