Over the holidays, my 11 year old neice told me that she had started jogging to get in shape. They have a trail in their back property and she has been doing loops on the trail. We chatted about her progress and decided that she and her mom and I would do a trail race together this spring. I found a local 5k that had a 1 mile kid's run so that she could have options if she was not up to the 5k.

We decided that we would get a whole bunch of girls, of all ages to train, New Year /New You sort of thing, and that we would all race together. I sent out an email to a bunch of women that I teach with and got race plans together.

The next day I get sidelined with tendonitis. Blam. Fast forward 11 days. Back at school. All kinds of people have signed on to train for the race, with their spouses and kids. Go me!

So here I am in the middle of a spectacular mope about being injured and all day long people are stopping in to report how well their first week of training went. Emails, phone calls. Everyone is feeling just dandy...

OK people, I am really happy for you, and proud of you, but if one more person stops by my room to tell the injured triathlete how well their running is going I am going to scream and run with scissors.

I am trying to MOPE here people...how can I be mopey if you are all upbeat with the training reports.....

Oh for heaven's sake.....I have created endorphin filled monsters...all with the happiness....sheesh....