Oh the things that i'm ashamed of...
26,
Feb
2013
I am so ashamed. I had to make the last pic really large so you could see that my first batch came out at 11:45 at night. NOTHING good happens when I can't sleep. That's because 95% of the time that I am awake when I should be sleeping, I utilize that time to enlarge my backside area. And the worst part was that I hated the recipe. So what did I do? Ate two anyway with a glass of milk chaser, watched 2 episodes of Breaking Bad and then went to sleep at 2:30am to let it all fester and turn into fat.
I did have a nicer than average morning. I went to GPP to bust out a little testosterone with some heavy weighted back squats earlier than usual. On the days that Tommy is leaving for a work trip, he usually stays home until his flight leaves mid-morning. Of course I am going to take advantage of that time to do some of my favorite things:
-Gym without kids
-Run outside
-Take a bath earlier than 5:00pm
-Enjoy a nooner
Now i'm not going to say which of these things I actually did do today, but I can tell you that I did in fact get back squatted by my fellow thigh arm sister for life Katie (12 reps too):
Damn, Gina! |
I also enjoyed a nice and snowy 1 1/2 hour run on the blvd. with said thigh arm for some good chatty watt time. Back when I started getting into racing, I spent a lot of hours getting some good therapy while logging the miles. It has been a long time since I've been able to do that. It reminded me of why I really got attached to running in the first place - and it has nothing to do with the running itself. I have some thoughts about how running and my life are related and i'm working on that post for tomorrow.
But for today, back to the things that i'm ashamed of:
Tommy's airplane travel attire. He knows I detest this matching jumpsuit getup. He obviously is proud of himself because he gave me permission to post this. Look at that smug face. I am allowed to wear hoodiefooties though so shut it.
I absolutely am addicted to banana chips. Really. There is not much more I can say to make this okay for you, myself, or my bowels. So I will continue to wash them down with some Crystal Light and move on to something i'm not ashamed of:
I paid my 4 year old $1 to take a nap with me. I got about 4 hours of sleep and combine that with a 1 1/2 hour run, I was freaking tired. Normally I might think this to be totally pathetic, but we ended up not sleeping at all. I got to spend 45 minutes curled up to my little snuggle bug while she sucked her thumb and talked about all of the bizarre and insightful things that a 4 year old has to say. We determined that cyclops's are not real.
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