The Birthing Chair
After a full day of delayed flights (my typical way of travel) I made it to Rhode Island. I did a hometown run this morning around my parent’s neighborhood and still couldn’t get myself past two miles. It’s a mental block I think.
School around here is still in session and on my run I went past multiple groups of kids waiting at the bus stop AT 8:45! We don’t waste anytime in Arkansas and get those hillbilly kids in their seats by 7:40. Teaching how to properly brush your teeth and smoke a corncob pipe is no joke. We need all day.
For the rest of the day I was my mom’s personal assistant. I helped move her into her new medical office where I had the frightening experience of seeing an old school “birthing chair”. Doctors make me nervous and so do their offices. My mother is a doctor and she is no exception to the rule.
Every female I know is pregnant right now. I threatened to put my very pregnant Rhode Island friend in the birthing chair if she didn’t make me dinner. She delivered! Cloth napkins, fire pit, smores and all!
Summer Miles: 6.68
2012 Miles: 159.4/1,000