{1} There are times I post on this blog and step back and think, “Wow! Ruthanne you really sound and look like an idiot. You need to go back and delete that.”

And then I waffle between adamantly saying no and then, seriously considering deleting it.

Sharing my weight and then talking about running 11 miles dehydrated without even knowing it.

It kind of feels like that time at church when I was still in grade school. I went to the bathroom and unknowingly walked back out with the back of my dress tucked into my tights.

Obviously, not one of my finer moments.

However, what ultimately keeps me from hitting the delete button, is hoping that at least one person will read my lameness and find it helpful or learn from my mistakes.

{2} My husband, apparently, reads my blog now.

This has not always been the case over the past . . . well, four years now. Whoa. My blog feels old.

How do I know he’s reading it? He quotes my words back to me while we’re running.

Yes. Yes, he does.

If he hears me griping about my pace, he says things like, “Wait a minute. I once read a smart blogger who said not to worry about pace. Remember her? Maybe you should listen to her.”

The first time he did it I rolled my eyes with annoyance and then, smiled because he’s so sweet.

{3} I have gotten the biggest kick out of reading about everyone’s sleep habits and routines.

I just want y’all to know none of us suffer from paranoia.

We are are totally normal.

Normal, normal, normal.

Totally.

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How was your weekend? Did you go see a movie? Go on a date? Take a nap? Read a book? Run a race? Clean the house?

{1} My hair can not touch my neck while I’m sleeping. I have this little ritual I do every night when I go to bed. I pull my hair up and drape it across the top of my pillow. Sometimes I have to do it several times to get it just right.

{2} I have to have white noise in order to sleep well. This has not always been the case. A couple of years ago, during one of the Ladies’ Runaway Weekends, a friend introduced me to sleeping with white noise. In fact, she forgot her little fan and had to run to Target to buy one because she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. I’m such a follower that I came home and bought a window fan. Forget the little fan! I was going with the big daddy. ::snort:: I now sleep with it on every night. In the winter time, so as not to get too cold, I point it away from me.

At this year’s Ladies’ Runaway Weekend, this same friend and I ran into the same problem. She hadn’t brought a little fan and I was hoping against all hope that there would be a ceiling fan in one of the rooms that I could put on full blast for some kind of noise. Just after she gave up scavenging the condo for a fan, she said, “Hey! I wonder if there’s a white noise app.”

Guess what?

There are tons are white noise apps! I downloaded this free one and listened to the oscillating fan. It put me right to sleep. I kid you not.

{3} When I get hot, I stick one foot out of the covers. I have to add . . . . . the foot can not hang off the edge of the bed. Ever. This is a very important point. There might be something under the bed that could snatch my foot and drag me under. You just never know. Juuuust sayin’.

{4} If my husband is not home when I head to bed, I build a fort of pillows around myself. Again . . . there could be something under the bed. Obviously, my pillow fort is impenetrable, which is why I can go to sleep knowing I’m safe and secure.

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What quirky normal stuff do you do in order to get good sleep?