Running, reruns, and runny jam

This week I was finally able to meet one of my New Year's resolutions. I ran for an hour straight. This semester has been busy to the point that I haven't had time to do much running, so I was glad I was finally able to do it. Ideally I'd run every day, but it doesn't work out.

I don't like running. But I love the feeling I get afterward--I physically feel good, and there's mental satisfaction knowing I did it. This time of year is really good for running. I find my ideal running temperature is between 40 and 50 degrees--so it's actually starting to get a little warm.

I estimate that I run about seven miles when I run. I go based on time more than on distance, which is why I'm not sure how many miles it is. I'm not a serious runner. It amazes me when people talk casually about running marathons--I'm not even close to being capable of doing a half-marathon! I think my hour run is a good place to cap off. Considering that five years ago I weighed 250 pounds and I couldn't even run a mile and a half without stopping, I'm satisfied with an hour.

I went home this weekend just for fun. Both Friday night (there at home) and last night (here in Provo) I watched episodes of Green Acres. For my semantics class we have to find examples of speech that we can analyze from a semantic perspective. Green Acres makes extensive use of linguistically based humor. I think if people gave it a chance, instead of disregarding it because it's old, Green Acres could be wildly popular. It's hilarious. Consider this gem:
Oliver: Oh, that stupid festival...
Mr. Kimball: No, this is the spring festival. Stupid festival is next month.
Oliver (sarcastically): Yes, and you're gonna be king.
Mr. Kimball: I am? Gosh, that makes three years in a row!

Or this one, when Eb is taking correspondence barber school classes from MIT, the Middle Indiana Tonsorial College:
Oliver: For a minute I thought you were talking about the MIT in Massachusetts.
Eb: Oh, you mean Massachusetts Institute of Terpsichore.
Oliver (sarcastically): Yeah, that's the one.
Eb: I'm not interested in terpsichore for two reasons. One, I don't think there's much of a future in it. And two, I don't know what terpsichore is!

And these are actually kind of mild in the realm of Green Acres.

I was mildly amused by three things yesterday.

I went with my parents to eat at Chuck-a-Rama, which seems to be my dad's favorite place. My mom was eating a scone with jam at the time the waitress-like lady was passing by. My mom had just spilled some jam on her shirt. The lady asked if everything was good, and my mom said, "Yeah, if I could do it right!" The lady said "Oh!" What my mom didn't realize was that she had a trail of jam that was literally three or four inches long running down her chin. There was probably enough jam on her face to spread on a piece of bread, if you don't mind flakes of skin in your jam. I'm sure you had to be there, but I found it quite funny.

Then we were at Walmart and there was a middle aged couple dressed up and looking at step ladders. There they were, all gussied up, standing on step ladders in the middle of Walmart. I don't know why I thought it was so funny.

And last night I was driving back to Provo through Utah County construction. I had to laugh that the sign on the side of the road had not one but two typos: HEAVY TRCFFIC. USE CANTION.

I'm sorry this post is so scatterbrained. (Well, I guess it's not scatterbrained--it doesn't have a brain!)