Of sorts. I’ll be keeping this site as a database of sorts, but I’m moving to tumblr. I vastly prefer the format and look of it.
It’s a little boring right now, but the new address is
Nice and short. See? I have learned something about blogging.
Please come with me!
I haven’t run since Ragnar. I don’t even care. Which just means that when I do start up again it’s going to be tough. There was that sad attempt at a trail run but that was only about 3 miles and it was 4 weeks ago. So really it’s the equivalent of zero miles.
No real reason for it. I’ve been dabbling with my work out videos and I keep talking about going swimming (side note: why does the lap swim have to be at unGodly o’clock in the morning?!) but I have yet to do it.
I’m being a lazy bum and it’s kind of nice.
I need to pick some races so I have something to focus on.
Or maybe not.
I’m wearing my TOP shirt today. I was already, but now it feels extra special.
So this is an add that pops up on my sidebar when I’m wasting precious time on the Facebook:
I frowed up in my mouf
I get that it’s supposed to be cute because it’s a French pedicure but with different colors. That’s cool. (I just bought some amazing nail polishes that will make for a really cute nontraditional French mani, but I digress).
This picture really makes me nauseated though.
First and foremost, those are some TALONS! It’s just not right to keep your toenails that long. Really. Can you wear socks with toenails that long? Do you just instantly rip holes in them? Do you stub your toes on EVERYTHING? Do you trip on them? Do you have to buy shoes a half size up to accommodate your toe claws? Barf.
Second, the black just doesn’t work for me. Because now, my brain understands this as: LOSE ALL OF THE TOENAILS!
So. Two toenail themed posts in a row. If that doesn’t completely destroy my readership I don’t know what will.
ALSO. I still desperately need music recommendations.
Metaphorically. As much as I would love a horse, my backyard is a little small. And I definitely don’t mean like a bike-saddle. I’m at peace with the fact that I am not a biker, and will never be one.
No, I mean the whole exercise thing. The spring was full of stress and I took
probably the worst route that I could have, and I let my exercising get sporadic. Then there was that one race I had planned for this summer. Oh, speaking of that race, here’s a picture of my foot. It’s below the read more line, but I have no idea how that works in a reader… but it’s not that gross. I mean, it is a foot. You know exactly how gross you find feet. So anyway. Foot and the point of this post below the line.