I know I need a dayum style intervention on a good day. I look like I dress out of a duffel bag - Ryan calls me a duffel bag - it's because I mostly DO live out of a duffel bag. Oh hell, I so don't even care...maybe a tiny bit. BUT when I see something at Ann Taylor (or whatever), it's like, what else could I do with this $100? Then I buy some compression sox and sports bra instead. So, I dress like a duffel bag BUT here...I caught sight of myself before I walked out the door and I scared ME. I like compression sox for those days when it's a little cool and I need to protect my shins. My shoes are Filas and shiny green, throw in some 10 year old running shorts and a race shirt from a year ago and you got 1984!!! All that's missing is some big hair by me.
I DID go out and run like this and I'm certain the teenage boys driving by on their way home from school said - WTF was that?!? I never said I was cool. I got in four miles, count em, four - longest run since theincidentthatweshallnotspeakofhere - miles. They weren't fast but they're in the books baby. I'm breaking that two a week running streak, I can feel it. Two runs in the books, two swims, one bike - that leaves another run, another ride and two more swims. WTF am I training for again? Old habits die hard, guess I'm having Ironman sympathy pains for my friends.
Thanks for all that said they would vote for me for the Mule Day Queen. I think I'm about 20 years too late. Maybe we'll have an Ass King and Queen contest of our very own!
My oldest dog is really old, 12 year old Boxer. If she makes it through the year, I'd be surprised. It's hard watching them get old. You love them like crazy. She's just a slow movin these days and takes 30 minutes to take a crap. You can't be in a hurry to get anywhere these days OR you need to seriously plan ahead. At least SHE doesn't scoot across my floor and leave dingle berries!