Ran outside -
easy and relaxed,
a few hills
REST; walked dog 3 miles
I finally tried out my new sneaks; I love the 15s and think they’re gonna go to Chicago next weekend with me.
Yesterday was National Coffee Day; did anyone get a free cup of joe? I just read this study that shows coffee reduces physical pain. I knew there was a reason I drank it before races…. oh yeah, to get business done.
Since the husband was out of town for work, I decided to have a blogger brunch.
My good buddy Katie – go read her latest post about marriage retreats and the need to “turn your spouse on, not the TV”. yowza. Guess I need to turn off Chumlee and Pawn Stars… but he’s just so dang sexy, I can’t help it.
And then we armed her with mimosas because everyone knows that if you’re dealing with lots of small screaming, kicking children on a Saturday morning, it’d be to everyone’s benefit for Mommy to have a little mimosa-time.
Everyone contributed and the spread included homemade scones, pumpkin cookies, monkey bread, tons of fresh fruit and a Greek yogurt bar because that seemed like the sensible blogger thing to do… I don’t know of anything more vilified in this country than Dannon Light & Fit.
Oh, you kidnap kids and eat them in your basement? Hmmm, weird.
Whoah whoah, you eat Dannon Light & Fit yogurt!?! You are a disgusting, unhealthy, calorie counting, non-Paleo freak!
I love Heather’s approach to marathon training…
Me: So when do you start training, Heather?
H: Ehhh, this morning.
Me: But the marathon’s in like in 8 weeks, right?
H: And your point is…..?
(And I forgot to get a picture of Kaitlin, Heather’s super nice friend that I want to steal and be my friend.)
Monica has a blog called RUN EAT REPEAT if you didn’t know, and if you didn’t know I like champagne, we can’t really be friends. Even Anonymous “Erin” sends me bottles of Veuve Cliquot and she hates me.
Triple M: Marni, me and Margot.
I’m letting those two fight it out over who was the guest of honor. Both Marni and Margot are small, but hot dang, my dog can be vindictive… I swear I saw her roll her eyes when she saw her new collar was from Petsmart and not Burberry. I’m sorry, kid; we’re in a recession. We can’t all be Oprah’s pets.