Running Low on Ideas...Pun Intended.

Since starting the blog, a nagging little pesky thought has nestled itself in the lower right hand corner of my cerebellum (specific, I know, but that's where all the nasty little pesky ideas live) and since the nature of such thoughts is to whisper in your ear, snicker snidely, and then hide in the depths of your brainwaves, all the while frustrating you to no end, I'm going to blow its cover, so to speak.

I am running out of things to write about running. Granted, I could bore you with more training issues, mileage-crunching numbers, and the woes of the recent right ankle-gone-wrong, but I'm having trouble making it interesting. So, for lack of better drafting, here's a scrolling news clip:

Sarah recently completed a long, grueling 18-mile run in San Francisco on the 25th...It lasted for four hours...Cramping ensued, remedied by extensive stretching and a delicious peanut butter-and-honey sandwich...Her right ankle has flared up due to a recent fall during an indoor climb at the rock gym...Icing and Advil doing their part to ease the stress of running...red ottoman living under her desk at work to ensure elevation during the day...Sunday morning Bikram Yoga class in Palo Alto evoked profuse sweat and intensely balanced coordination under the watchful eye of ex-Marine-turned-yogi Johnny of Yoga Source...Spontaneous foot rub in the middle of class surprised Sarah and now she is unfortunately addicted to the sensation...

That's about all the news from the past two weeks, to be quite honest. Most of my time lately has been hogged by the ongoing rehearsal process for Three Sisters at The Pear Ave Theatre. I love being back in the acting arena; delving into a fictional 19th century household of botched relationship does wonders for quelling the nasty pesky thoughts, but in between running around at work, running around the track, running around on stage, and tripping into bed at night, I've been running low on running blog inspiration.

So, welcome to the end product of the nasty pesky thought exposed. Now that it's completely revealed, hopefully the ensuing posts will be a little more inspired...or not.
In any case, this is all you're going to get this evening, folks. Check back tomorrow for the latest update. Perhaps I'll send in a foreign correspondent....