In an effort to perhaps wake myself up for today's run, I wore my in-your-face bright training leggings but as I went to go snap my pic in a neighboring window, I couldn't help but feel like the ghost that haunts Hulk's Boxing.
To prove I am not see though, I looked down and snapped another shot... hahaha.
I can't say I was mentally into today's run. I had indudged in a morning coffee curticy of one of my Hulkies who brought back hazelnut cappacinno from Vietnam and so I felt like I was somewhat on a sugar high. My brain just couldn't focus; it felt as if it was rattling in my head.
Note to self, refrain from drinking coffee before any run. It only leads to possible head dizziness and possible on-the-spot-need-to-poop.
My butt-kicking cool BMX bike has been yet to be driven outside so I'm loving cruising around the club on her. Tonight one of my equally butt-kicking cool Hulkies jumped on and enjoyed a ride around the club via riding the trick pegs.
Yup, this is very much a part of my job -- being 34 and acting like I'm 12.
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