Beau and I went for the first run of the year. Good thing because its been literally 1 full year since my last job. Holy shit I'm outta shape. No problem though-- just pump up the yacht rock and go for it. With the help of Air Supply, Grateful Dead, Whitesnake and some other cool artists, we made it 30 minutes without vomiting. Great success.
Beau slept in the BOB stroller while I sweat my ass off. Another big help was my Red Wings toque, compliments of my Pepe (for those of you unfamiliar with a Pepe, thats my paternal grandfather. He's Canadian and kicks ass). Sidenote-- The Red Wings almost beat the Hawks last night. Shit. An overtime goal sealed the loss. Crap.
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