This past weekend I went on a hot air balloon ride – the present from my wife for turning 30. To answer the questions that I know you have in your head: Yes I spit off of the side, no I did not get naked, yes the balloon driver said people have gotten naked before, no I still am not convinced on whether to call him a “driver” or a “pilot”, and yes I did use it as an excuse to drink mimosas before 9am. More pictures to come shortly!
Having a child is terrifying. My son is attempting to stand up / walk but often times forgets that he really doesn’t know how. All day long he’ll prop himself up on things, let go, and come crashing down to the ground. Fortunately, he’s finally learned that falling backwards on his butt is much better than forwards on his face. The only issue is that I still don’t quite trust him so I am always within 4 feet of him at all times. Little guy has me wrapped around his finger already.
Finally, do you want to know the best part about running 15 miles on a Tuesday? Telling people that you ran 15 miles on a Tuesday. I think my neighbor about shat himself. Let's be honest, that's the real reason I'm a runner.