I have a confession to make.
My long run yesterday? It didn’t happen.
There was alot going on.
Obviously I chop a mean veggie. But I was a little lost in the whole “knowing what kind of orange juice is best” thing. Most pulp? With pulp? No pulp? I’m so confused!
I don’t like fruit. So it’s really not that strange that I wouldn’t like orange juice, is it? And why would I ever have a reason to buy it if I don’t drink it?
I was given a really hard time about it anyway.
But it’s cool. Turns out as long as you have ample amounts of champagne, people really don’t care what kind you bring.
The Mizzou game was basically over before it started. We killed ’em.
And since I invited Megan over to play as well, it only seemed natural this turned into a sing off/dance party.
Sounds about right.
So here we are again. Facing down a 5-mile run. And this time I don’t have excuses. It’s happening…
…as soon as this rerun of Friends is over…