The Chef and I rode the Tour of Paris, TX yesterday and it was so stinking stupid hot. I rode the 37 miles and Chef rode the longer route, 60 something miles. It was really fun to get away for a day together – although the last ten miles I seriously thought the skin was
There are some weeks when I post everyday, and then there are weeks when I don’t post at all. I reckon this is one of those weeks. I just haven’t had anything exciting to blog about and quite honestly (and shamefully) I didn’t do any running. I sat on my butt all week long with
WARNING: This post does not make much sense because I spend a lot of time talking to myself. I had so much fun last weekend running the half marathon, I’m itching to do another. Of course, I don’t think I could run too many during Girls Weekend; I’d break down sooner or later. Hopefully later.
After my shower I was putting on my jeans and I felt something weird – I look down and my toenail was gone. I can only image it happened on my freezing cold bike ride on Saturday. My feet were so frozen I thought my toes would break off. I can’t have this no toenail