Another distraction from my work out this morning is a potential crime in the neighborhood. And I am not referring to Little Tikes theft. While my husband was out jogging this morning he called me from his cell phone and asked me to write down a license plate number. When I asked why he said he'd tell me when he got home. My imagination ran wild and I thought up all kinds of evil deeds. Here's what he reported when coming in the door dripping with sweat. A white truck pulled up to a house and quickly pulled a trash bag out of a can and put it in the back of his truck and pulled away. I know, it reeks of identity theft! It's not kidnapping but it still seemed wrong. So it was surprising when the police were not at all excited and told my husband that stealing trash was not a crime. So let this be a lesson to all of you to shred your personal information! And let it be a lesson to me that I have to get up even before 6:30 if I want to do Pilates because exciting stuff happens early in the morning.
Side note: my seven yr old just saw me and said
"I see you're wearing your running costume this morning" ... very telling