Going to try the elliptical today, toe is still pretty gnarly looking but feels better. In reality its probably a little better, not a lot better like my brain keeps trying to convince me. “You know that icy cold air you breathed in on the porch while putting your ten thousandth bowl of mousse out there to chill? Wouldn’t it feel great to hyperventilate that while trying not to fall down on ice? C’mon. You know you want to run. Hear the pat-pat-pat of your feet on the cement. And think of Lou. How much his little doggie soul would give to go out there and eat snow!”
And this is me: ‘No! NO! No? I think I’m just faking, yeah that’s right, I’m a big fat faker. I lied about my hurt toe? I have steel toes! Haha! I can run! Yes I can! No one can stop me!’
Hubby: ‘Why are you crying?’
Me: wipes tears “I am not crying. My eyes started to leak when I went to put on my shoe…’
Hubby: “Ashley! Your toe is still bright purple and scabby! You can’t even put on shoes, and you’re trying to go out for a run?!’
Me: “……………….sniff………yes?’
Hubby: ‘Gah!!’
Me: ‘Ok fine! I’ll just do the dumb elliptical!’
Hubby doesn’t say anything (bc hes smart) but he has the ‘you-are-completeley-ridiculous’ look on his face.
Run recap!
:D I wish I could make a smiley face even bigger! Oh wait, I can!
Annnnnd now I know what an ‘Mp3 emergency’ is, and why you shouldn’t depend on your device to drown out the sound of you huffing and puffing.
Speaking of huffing and puffing, I can not get Tom Jone's 'Sex Bomb' out of my head!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knyCUp3JofU
Hot!
ReplyDeleteI know right? And the song is so catchy :)
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