My dog is going to sing you the ballad of my weekend.
Okay, not really. I'm not THAT creative. But I think all dogs should play accordion.
Friday I went for a run, on my favorite trail, taking the long loop with the death hill. I wore my tri suit, because duh.
Every fucking time I run there, I fall head over heels. In love with running.
Even when it's hot an awful out there, it's fucking LOVELY.
Even when I've been running uphill for like 10 minutes already, and I still have a practically 90 degree incline, it's awesome.
I think this tri training is doing me some good. The death hill still kicked my ass, but, you guys? It wasn't nearly as bad as any other time I've done it. Score.
And the views from the top rock my socks.
Crazy sweat dripping down my arm? Check.
Rattlesnake? Check OH HOLY SHIT THAT'S A RATTLE SNAKE!!!!!
It was curled up on the side of the path. Two women waited for me to catch up to them so they could point it out. Very kind of them. Ug. Rattlesnakes. Fuck them.
And then I was done.
Sunday was swim day. And, I've been getting bored with taking pictures of myself in a bathing suit, so here are some quick tips for better bathing suit pictures.
Tip #1: Don't Pick Your Nose On Camera.
Tip #2: Make Sure You're Actually In The Frame.
Tip #3: When In Doubt, Dance Like Pee Wee Herman.
Tip #4: Alternatively: Thriller.
The swim kind of sucked. I was hungry, and had to do tarzan drills. Blarg. But, I went, and I did it, and it was hard, and I whined, and I finished. The end.
I love how my goggles make it look like I haven't slept in three years.
This is pretty much exactly how I felt post-swim.
Do you have any tips for bathing suit pictures?
What's the weirdest animal you've seen while out exercising?