Hottie-of-my-life Nate Berkus was on Oprah again yesterday and my sitemeter jumped by over 200 views in 24 hours—don’t laugh, that’s HUGE for me!

I’m more than a little embarrassed that all these strangers, that is to say, non-regular readers, stumbled upon my blog right after a huge entry about, essentially, my neurosis.

Now, back to the regularly scheduled entries:
On Saturday I ran the Salt Lake Komen Foundation Race for the Cure. It’s only a 5K, but I was reasonably proud of myself since I’ve never been much of an athlete of any sort. My time wasn’t spectacular, and I can guarantee the process wasn’t pretty, but I did it, and that’s all that mattered.

Of course, I was less excited when I looked around the finish line at all the other runners finishing at about the same time I did.

Let’s just say I might as well have been at a geriatric hospital for the morbidly obese.

No wonder I faked asthma to get out of P.E. in high school.