So then I went on my run, I run Saturday morning now. And I think I have to run harder, which sucks. When I say that it sucks that running three miles in half-mile bursts ain't no thing to me anymore, I mean that it doesn't suck. I mean, I used to not be able to run a block to catch the bus. But man's reach must exceed his grasp, or what's a workout for.
The rest of the weekend was fine: cleaned the house a bit after my run, then to Shannana's to make screens for clam and squid t-shirt designs. It's not what you think! Rioters practice Sunday morning, I switched my wheels back to D-Rods with Flat-Outs as pushers and that was pretty good. I caught a break because Derby Lite practice was cancelled; so I could take a lovely shower, and then to Karma's for her lovely housewarming with lovely cupcakes. And then a post housewarming sugar crash, and then Choppers and TV on the chaise.
Tons of things to get done this week before NATIONALS and then a little break, which truthfully I need.