Trying to lose 100 or more pounds.
I’m holding the baby, and we’re standing near the refrigerator. She is entranced by the variety of magnets we have. She’s pointing: “Shamu?” “No, honey, that’s a dolphin. From Sea World.” “Shamu?” “No, another dolphin.” (the name had rubbed off, I think an aquarium) “Shamu!” This time she pointed to a picture. Of me.
I saw last night that the good folks at One More Mile have updated their web site. They have some new shirt slogans (I have an order that should be here Real Soon, heh) and some new things in their accessories area. Pretty cool! Speaking of running, today I didn’t – it’s my day off. […]
I ran just under five miles this morning. I was slated to do 4.5, and changed the route a little while I was out. Ah, exciting times. This mornings mental jukebox selection was of course (as you can tell by the subject line), ‘Folsom Prison Blues.’ But I have got to stop singing this bit […]