The occasion for being in The Hills of Bloomfield was my grandfather's 86th birthday. The family gathering was bittersweet-- its still a very new idea with my grandmother not there. Pepe (pip-ee) had some nice words to share before blowing out his candles and of course, I cried. I just love my grandfather because, primarily, he just kicks ass all around. Caring, sensitive, pragmatic, loyal and honest, Pepe is just great. You all should be jealous.
I seriously need to straighten up in terms of my nutrition and general health; it's catching up with me. This may be overshot however, I'm going to go out on the limb here and assume that my junk food
ingesting is the culprit of the following items:
-fatigue
-general fat/enormous ass
-severe hand/joint pain (holy shit its bad)
-crappy skin
With said items out there and acknowledged, I need to do something sir-rious to change. I have no business eating processed food and gluten (my stomach literally turns into a giant pit of hot lava in seconds after eating Auntie Anne's pretzels and other various mall delicacies). Since its a new day tomorrow (duh), I'm going to really jump on the wagon. I'm going to drive the damn wagon while I'm at it.
In addition to wanting to fit into my pre-prego jeans, my friend recently broke her pelvis and can't run in a half marathon she signed up for. I offered to give her money for the entry fee and run "for her." Good idea? YES. Plus, I have an awesome jogging stroller. As the Nike commercial says... "No excuses." (ironic since Lance Armstrong was once sponsored by Nike and is a big flipping liar, a cheater and packed full of excuses....... so is Oscar Pestorius or whatever that dude's name is)
So-- if any of you are interested in being my cyber training buddy for a half marathon, I'm all in. Lets strap on the sports bras and get it going (cue the theme song from "Flashdance")
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