Once upon a time there lived a very happy pair of running shoes. These shoes ran every single day for more than an hour at a time, sometimes two hours. The shoes ran through the woods, at the gym, in the park, and sometimes around the USU track. The shoes owner was in tip top, excellent shape. She never neglected the running shoes, nor did she promise to take the shoes for a run then break her promise. She even ran a marathon in a decent time, without dying. She even lost a little weight. All in all, the running shoes were content as could be and they never complained.
Then, the owner of the shoes graduated from college and began working full-time at a very stressful, new job. The owner began to ignore the shoes, taking them out only two or three times a week. The shoes began to feel sad, but still grateful the owner took them to the gym sometimes. Then, the owner got married. The shoes noticed that the owner was still in okay shape, but not like before. No, and that little bit of weight she lost, it was back. The shoes began to feel lonely and lied to. Then one beautiful summer morning, the owner ran a 5K after only taking the shoes out a couple times a week for the past few months. Boy were the running shoes excited about that 5K. Tragically, the running shoes were bored the entire race, falling in and out of sleep, thinking, "why is my owner running in slow motion and why is she breathing so hard?" The shoes became concerned. Now the running shoes are just ticked off.
The End.
I'm kind of getting annoyed at how true this story is. This is getting ridiculous and has to stop. I have made some SERIOUS running and exercise goals. I'll keep you updated on how I'm doing.
And last but not least, the butter sculpture. Yes, a butter sculpture. A sculpture made out of butter. Yes, all butter. It was the highlight of my day.
