Faux pas literally means "false step" in French. Did you know I took French for 3 years and translated an abridged version of Les Miserables from French to English then went to see the play? Oui! True story. French is such a lovely language.
Yesterday I took a false step. A faux pas, but not a social indiscretion. No, I stepped on a rock and got one of those invisible stone bruises on my foot that hurt like hell but leave no mark.
Are the running gods angry with me or something? Who are the running gods anyway? Nike? Whomever they may be, they cursed me with a gimp foot. I figure, "OK. Running may not be the best thing since it hurts but maybe I can go for a walk." Ouch! Crap!! Darn! Hell fire! Tarnation! Not fair.
There are so many sayings about the best laid plans and Murphy's Law, etc. Needless to say, I did not run last night and things aren't looking bright for today. But the weekend is just starting and I remain hopeful that if I don't do something stupid I will be able to run Sunday morning. A good 5.5 miler.
In other news, I watched Julie & Julia with Chuck last night. Does that show give you the urge to cook something really yummy or what? I think I'm going to make a really good dinner or two. Something beyond soups and casseroles. Haven't decided what just yet but the movie did inspire my inner chef.
But tonight I am going back to the wildlife center to feed baby birds for 3 hours. I am hoping that my foot will not complain too much. Oh, and I'll try to get some pictures of the babies for you to see. They're so cute!!
And if you go out running or walking today can you do a mile for me? I need the calorie burn. :) Thanks.