I hope the alien stays.

Yesterday, I was my usual self. I nagged my husband, I fussed at my kids, I had a couple of semi-frozen margaritas at a Cinco de Mayo party, along with a big slice of lemon pie. All typical. Except that I normally don’t have access to margaritas, semi-frozen or otherwise. I did a little cleaning, which is not normal. And I was generally grumpy. More normal than I would care to admit.

Today I woke up and had my coffee and studied for my final a little bit. And then I set out for the walk I had put in my calendar to force myself to do it. I have been doing a Couch-to-5-K program. Well, technically I’m on week two, so I’ve done it for one week. I walked 1-1/2 miles around to where I usually start my run-walk. Today I was supposed to run 90 seconds, then walk 90 seconds. I reached down to set my watch to beep every 90 seconds, and dang it! I had put on the wrong watch. This one doesn’t beep, nor is it easy to see.

Plan B was to run for 100 paces, then see how long it had taken me. So I counted out 100 paces, and realized I was only at 40 seconds. So I decided to run 100 more paces for a total of pretty close to 90 seconds, then I would walk 200 paces. Only, when I got through my second 100 paces of running, I felt good, so I thought–and I think this is the place where the alien actually invaded my body–that I would just keep running 100 paces, and then 100 more, until I wanted to stop.

Only I kept feeling good.

And I kept running.

All the way to the other gate, which is precisely two miles, or so I’m told by the high school cross country coach.

Y’all, I ran two miles! Out of nowhere! And it wasn’t that hard!

Tomorrow, I’ll be riding in an electric scooter at the grocery store, because my legs, they will rebel. And the alien will likely have left my body once it figures out that it has mistaken me for a person who can, well, run.

But for today, I rather enjoyed the alien.

And for the record, I think my nagging may have been at an all-time low today, too.