|I forgot to set my alarm. Randee was already outside when I woke up. I didn't even brush my teeth. I was grossing myself out while running.|
|What the hell? Randee was all smiles. I think it was the cute new skirt from the RnR Dallas expo.|
|This was our hill. We live in Texas people. This is a freakin' mountain to us. Very dark and very long. Enough to kick our butts.|
I have to say I am in much better spirits this week then last. This is a good thing for all the individuals who interact with me on a daily basis.
However, you know me. I can always find something to whine about. Today it is my shoulder pain. The issue is actually that my rib is out of place again. It causes a stabbing and burning pain right in the center of the upper back. If you squeeze your shoulder blades together...right there...in the middle of that area. The chiropractor adjusted me on Monday. The massage therapist in his office said I was full of knots in my shoulders. Hmmm...I have no idea what I did this time to cause such an issue!
Alright, enough of that.
So, for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to limit my wine intake while marathon training. Stupidest. Idea. Ever. I am allowing myself wine only three days a week. Wednesday of course, and Friday and Saturday.
I have had no wine since Saturday. Because of this I have been craving wine like an insane person. Just call me whine-o.
I am salivating just thinking of the Mirabele sparkling wine chilling in my refrigerator waiting on momma to get home. I'm pretty sure I will be licking the glass and the bottle for every last drop.
|My evening will be something like this. Minus the gorgeous water, white sand beach and palm trees.|