So here's the scoop, for the three people reading this blog...
My love to you all!
Because the Warrior Dash in July is just not enough punishment, I registered for a similar race in Milton this Sunday. I learned about it last Saturday and spent most of the week trying to talk myself out of it, and then signed up with four days to "train", the Stanley Cup finals and a margarita party falling in that time frame. What it adds up to is, I'm Toast. People actually prepare for these things, where I, in my vast wisdom, forewent running at the ski hill all week in favour of yoga, mountain biking, laundry and learning to stomach fish (on which note, that much seasoning can't be good for anyone - stay tuned for my upcoming ulcer). This race will hand me my posterior on a pewter tray. To witness this glorious disaster, call me for details.
Elsewhere in the news, the bike season is open and I intend to celebrate the solstice next week eith mud, sweat and DEET. Anything yo expedite the process of turning clean clothes into dirty clothes.
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