***This is an old Facebook post that came up in my memories that I thought was too funny not to share here. Some of you may remember it. ***

My stream of consciousness as I’m running this evening: 

Wow, I’m at a pretty good pace today! I can tell because I’m hot and sweaty and tired and on song number four of my playlis—–whaa???—-Is that a BIBLE on the sidewalk? (Still running) Crap. It is. Ugh. (Passing the bible) Now I gotta go back. I gotta.  I have no choice. (Turning around going back.) Hmmm. It’s kind of right in front of this house. I wonder if the owners are inside? If I knock on the door will they think I’m a Bible salesman or a Jehovah’s Witness? This feels weird. Just put it in a safe corner here on the grass and come back and get it after my run. Oh man, there’s a name engraved on it. There’s pressed flowers inside. It’s important to someone. No, I  can’t do that. I’ll for sure get hit by a car on my way home if I do that. (Picking up the 10 lb hardcover four-versions-in-one bible). Ok. I’ll just keep running. I only have about five minutes left, I can do this. It’s a Bible for goodness’ sake it should make my load “lighter” ha ha. Stop it. You should not make jokes about the Bible. Nope doesn’t feel any lighter.  I wonder if all these drivers are wondering “Hey, who’s the crazy lady running with the Bible? Why doesn’t she just listen to the audio version?” This is getting pretty heavy. Think I will just walk the rest of the way home.   

If anyone knows Teresa Dotson, please let her know I have her bible.