While we were driving to CFC this morning for class, I noticed my wiper blade was not wiping in the middle very well (you know that spot right where you look out). So I turned the speed up and "bang," they hit each other and warped right in front of my view. I thought that was pretty funny and laughed until I pulled over and tried to put them back. They were wedged pretty tightly. I got them unhooked but they didn't go down. I pushed them down manually and then they wouldn't go up. Thank God it wasn't pouring, just misting a little. I continuted to church and Jason got me an appointment at Southern Indiana Tire. Apparently windshield wipers have their own transmission and mine broke in two places. Anything called a transmission is expensive. It would take about an hour to an hour and a half. So the children and I walked to Los Bravos. I should have taken the stroller. That boy is heavy. Also, after the waitress brought the salsa, Luke grabbed it and dumped it all over himself, including his mouth. He swallowed it and then hissed like a cat, but he never cried. We walked back after the meal and the car was done. Only $205 for wipers. Who's laughing now? Not I.

I've managed to keep running in the mornings, at least three times a week. I really prefer it that way. I'll try to keep it up.

Jason and I ran in the Evansville Otter's Stadium 5K. Don't let the name fool you. It sucked. It was so unorganized. We did get T-shirts and free tickets to the Otter's game though. The registration table was unprofessional, as if I'm an expert. But our numbers were written with a marker on little cards and we didn't have individual numbers. We were numbered in groups based on our age and sex. They staggered the beginning to give certan people handicaps. It started at with group 1 for really old people. I was a 28 and Jason was a 34 so I waited about 6 minutes after the start of the race before I could leave and Jason waited about 8 minutes. It's a good thing we kept our times ourselves. They certainly weren't paying attention. They had one map and it was difficult to follow. Along the route, they didn't tell us where the miles were. There was no way to find our pace. I took off too fast and ended up wanting to quit after a half mile. (I guess it was a half mile.) I desperately wanted to walk the whole way but I just went slowly for awhile waiting to get a second wind that never came. I felt like I was running so slowly yet I was dying. The crazy runners that starting behind me were flying past me. It was discouraging. I just refused to walk. And man it was hot. The finish line was on the field just before the game started. That was kind of cool. But I was mad when I finished and found out they had nothing to give us like apples, bananas, hot dogs, anything. They had water bottles, and not very many of them. The only thing good about the race was that I managed to finish in 27:28. That blew away my last time (28:51), which is exactly what I wanted to accomplish. I was really surprised. We left the game early (and a big thanks to my parents for coming to watch the kids while we ran). We then ordered pizzas to reward ourselves.