From that picture, you’d never know I had a fantastic weekend.
I did, though.
No, that isn’t some strange lethal collision of toesies. That’s two separate accidentes (accidente = accident in Spanish. I hope you figured that out).
My booboo is all thanks to this…
Bar beach cruisin’.
And maybe because of what we’re holding in that picture, too.
Needless to say, for my 9 mile run yesterday and 1 mile cool down with Chloe, I was repping these babies:
Cute, right? Those were in my Christmas stocking a few years ago.
This week calls for 14, 9, 9, and 8 mile runs. I’m in the midst of coercing Rob, Jamie, and Mark to agree to trot next to me for at least half of some of those. Pretty please, guys?
So if no one will run with me and I drop from the heat, they know my birthday. And my mantra. Mom, Dad, and Amy, you guys will also be getting a phone call.
And guess who discovered how awesome smoothies are? I’m just spreading the spinach-banana-chocolate-peanut butter love everywhere.
Served with class in a Dirty Dick’s cup.
After that Sunday morning refuel, a long run, and a few errands, Chloe and I hung out in the backyard while she cooled off in her new “pool.”
Now, who’s recruiting Chloe to their synchronized swim team?
AND… The winner of the Artisana coconut butter and cacao bliss packets is: