Ok, is that NOT the funniest picture ever? I found it on Google, but it totally captures how I feel. I am sooooo FREAKING tired and a bit grumpy about it. I haven't been able to work out, which is never a good thing people, NEVER a good thing. These thunderous thighs need their cycling, err, or whatever it is.
And due to my tiredness, I haven't been on to write the blog I meant to about my glorious Saturday morning. It consisted of seeing things like this:
I got up, rather DRAGGED myself out of bed at 4:40 a.m. and drove over to Guadalupe and Greenfield to meet up with my homies for a morning bike ride along the canals. It's been a LONG time since i've done a real bike ride. Well, since the triathlon actually. So, I was a little apprehensive about what this might do to the chooch, if you know what I mean. So, around 5:25 Dana, Dixie and I set off for a ride, while jenny and Breckyn went for a run. It was like, well, it was like riding a bike. Got on, went my merry way and nary a problem in sight. It was so GRAND to be riding along (on Jenny's glorious bike I might add) and feeling the morning breeze, and smelling the disgusting canal and watching the most beautiful sunrise. Seriously, moments like that remind me of what beauty I'm surrounded by. It was so theraputic, just me, my bike, my i-pod and nothing else. And you know what, the she she was all good until about the last 4 miles, then it was hurtin, but still nothing like the original ride. So, 13.1 miles later I was done and I'd burned a GRAND 622 calories and felt like I'd accomplished something. Don't anyone think for one second that Jenny didn't RUN 13 miles. WOW!!! She is so impressive. And don't worry, Dixie rode 20 miles, it's all good. ANYWAY, it was so great, and i was just so happy to be back on the so called saddle.
In other news, Max is dangerously close to walking. He stands all the time by himself, he's just not really aware of his accomplishment. Jere says he took two steps today, which if it's true, I'm so sad to have missed it. However, I'm actually excited for him to walk, 'cause if you MUST know, my little tank weighs a whopping 27 lbs. Yeah, you got that right, TWENTY SEVEN pounds. let's put this in to perspective...Maggie, who is 2+ weighs 30 lbs. Max who is 11 months weighs 27 lbs. YIKES! So alls I'm sayin is, his meaty little thighs are A LOT to carry around. Good thing I freaking love him and he's adorable!
And with that said, I'm outy.
Sleepless nights and chunky thighs,