I love my husband, but he can begin "talking" about the most boring topics.
Exhibit A...our conversation in the car last Sunday:
Casey (in a monotone voice with little/no expression): I got my new trail shoes in the mail the other day and tried them out. I ran along my usual path, but then I began running on the grass alongside the trail. I began running up and down the trenches. Every once in awhile I would run on the path again...but mostly on the grass. I heard there's a book out there that has a list of all the trails in Illinois. I think that would be a cool book. I think I'm going to get that book. Then I would know where all of the trails are and I could run them in my new trail shoes. It would be cool to just go running in the woods. I'm thinking that when the golf course closes for the season, I'm going to start running on the golf course...what do you think?
At this point, I turned to look at him and shouted:
I can't take it!!!! Please shut up! This is so boring!
We both broke out laughing, but I know this won't be our last "conversation" about trail running. When Casey gets excited about something, it tends to invade our everyday discussions. Right now, it's trail running.
I guess we all get a little obsessive sometimes, right?
