Upping it up
up the stairs, at least.
A scourge of sanspantsers swarmed sThompson sArena, skillfully scaled stairs, and shortly scooted somewhere.
Downstairs have suddenly become much harder than I remember them being...
up the stairs, at least.
Greetings from the land beyond! I thought I'd add some inanity to the blog.
Well, here's a little guy who I call Lil Brudder. A real fighter. His sad story started when he was neglected over last winter break. He had only one green leaf remaining (kinda like the lil pup's one leg) when I found him. Today with the help of constant love, a big window, a flourescent light and miracle grow, he's got a total of 8 leaves. Brings a tear to my eye. We're hoping to take him off the incubator by late March (fingers crossed!!).Mackey, Liz, Kristen, Billy, Sunshine, and I all did the track workout this afternoon. My first track workout in 8 months or so...felt pretty good, that considered. 400 Splits: 71-77-76-77-78-74.
Sunshine and I thought we'd go out for a nice little jaunt (in shorts, mind you) on Rip Road. A harmless, mid-afternoon jog turned horrifying, however, when we saw the FULLY PANTSED legs of one Kristen Grant, one Alison Kay, and one Liz Middleton. No Pants is not just a name, people. It's a lifestyle. Get some spandex and get with the program.
2. (2/134=~1.5% my body weight)