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The Molly and Bandit show

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I'm coming to you live from NW Nompton holding down the fort at my friend Vickie's place. The vantage is good, said characters and myself are nursing a tall beer, eating some Triscuits and making sure not to poop in the house because mama gets upset when that happens. We'll be heading out for a walk/jog in a couple minutes but I'm pretty sure Molly and Bandit are pussys, because they're both pure bread Toy breeds and so I'm guessing running ain't gonna fly. They can haul ass around the house when they here me open the fridge, though. Best case scenario is I get them home without getting beat up by any stray cats or armadillos.
I managed to again meet my match on the injury front in the form of a glorified hamstring strain and am hopefully ready to do some running again after a 2 week layoff. I have not been doing any exciting travelling but have made the most of my free time by studying the art of zymergy, potentially coming up with a new concept beer, listening to music and eating some $3 burgers. Spenis and I will be hosting a slumber party this weekend and then eating at some snazzy breakfast joint on Sunday morning, come ye all.

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Unknown said…
take that come back nice and slow. i got a nasty cold that i need to kick before training is fully resumed.

make sure the sunday morning treats complement the nyc marathon nicely. i hear bloody marys and bacon go well with 26.2 miles.
October 21, 2009 at 9:36 PM
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