|Seriously Chewy, get a razor|
“But Adam!” I can hear you protest, “You just ran a marathon LAST WEEK! How can you necessitate a comeback!?” (actually asked by good twitter friend Lisa.) My answer is as blunt as it is self-deprecating. Last week’s marathon wasn’t a 26 mile run, it was a 20 mile run followed by 6 miles of bitching, moaning, and grimacing while walking forward. I’m out of shape…. And it frustrates the hell out of me.
|Rally caps, bitches|
So what is a
My comeback is going to be just like Beyonce – a triple threat. Animal, vegetable, and mineral.
Obviously, I'm Beyonce and NOT the dudes pelvic thrusting in the back...because I would never do that... last night... while "watching" The Voice (read: dancing in my living room)
I switched jobs and simplified my life to have the time and energy to do things like this and thus far have simply not been doing them. That stops now.
I see that I’ve already rambled on quite a bit more than I expected, so the details of my three pronged approach will have to be in a subsequent blog post. Suffice to say that I’m hoping on a few more race pictures like this:
Yay! I still have the energy to be happy and cutesy for the camera!
And a few less like this:
UGHHHH. Get that shit out of my face
Stay tuned for more!