So last night I finally saw the friendboy after almost 2 weeks because he was underway again. He'll be back for a while now which I'm excited about. But he brought burritos for dinner. And I had a California Burrito. If you're unfamiliar it's because they're a San Diego thing. They're basically Carne Asade Fries in a burrito.
Oh, you don't have those where you live either? Siiiiiiigh. So the burrito has carne asade, guacamole, sour cream...and french fries. Yes, french fries. I was a fattie and ate the whole thing. And then it literally bit me in the ass all night long, and this morning. TMI? Sorry I'm not sorry, fools!
But I did get out of bed and run. I did a shorter route and it was not pretty. Let's just say my mile time yesterday was a fluke, just as I predicted. Oh well. I've pretty much accepted that this will be me this summer:
Also, while I'm in a meme-ish mood...I like this one too:
What it’s actually like:
Wtf? It's so true.
So surprisingly, no wine-tasting has been planned for this weekend. Shocking, I know! Instead I'm going to a Padres game tomorrow with the friendboy and I want to go to the beach on Sunday if June Gloom hasn't taken over my days off like that bitch has been doing the last few weeks. I'm going to run too. Mark my words. And scold me on Monday if my post starts out something like this "soooooooooooo I didn't get around to running like I said I would because....." Eff that shit!
Alright. Sorry for all the profanities. I hope this work day isn't dragging on for all of you like it is for me. Probably because mine didn't start until, oh right, AN HOUR AGO. Shoot me.
Have a fab weekend everyone!