Instead, I got to go to a wonderful blood lab, where they gently eased my blood out of my arm. With their fists!
I obviously have trouble staying motivated once one little thing goes off track for the day. I've got to work on that if I ever expect to get me a damn medal.
I did get my beer though........
|Duvel Green...I mean Duvel Single now.|
Saturday morning I got up and knew I had to do something about the lazy attack. Dragged my husband, very literally, out of the bed and made him go with me. A four miler that was 4 minutes quicker than the previous one. It was so beautiful out, warm with a breeze, everyone on the trails said "Good Morning" and I got to blow my nose into a sock I found in my car! TMI? Yup. Apparently I have allergies, and running through the grass and tree lined paths clog my whole head up so that I cannot breathe or hear. And why would I have tissues in my car? Socks, yes. Tissues, no. It was a good decision.
Then my oldest friend ever (friendship time, not age) calls me up to hang out on this fantastic day. I find this:
|Stolen from www.shawangunkwinetrail.com|
|How my glass looked pretty much 98% of the time...sad and empty.|
I also got mad jelly over THIS at Stoutridge...
|DO YOU SEE WHAT THESE WINE BOTTLES ARE WEARING?|
All this running around leads to one thing, all the time. Unless it's after midnight, then it's White Castle all the way.
|All Your Sushi Are Belong To Us (me)!|