I'm very disappointed that I might not reach 100 miles this month. I mean, really? I started off with a marathon and even THAT couldn't get me to 100 for another month? Sheesh. And yes, I did the math just to see what it would take to actually GET to 100 this month. If I really, really push it this weekend, it just might happen. June doesn't start until Monday, right?
What is wrong with me? Who plays that kind of game with a mileage log? Silly Pink Girls, that's who.
I've been feeling very run down lately. My energy has just been zapped. I don't know if it's the heat, stress, poor diet, what. Sunday night I didn't sleep well. Again. I tell you what, my beloved biscuit just isn't doing the trick these days. So I did something I almost never do. I called Bahama Mama at 4:33 am and bailed on her. We were supposed to swim, but the though of another hour and a half of sleep was just too tempting for me.
I hang my head in shame. I'm very sorry friend.
Sweet Mama forgave me though and she and Kelly joined me Monday night for Ladies' Night at the store. We ate, got massages, shopped a little (me, yet another pair of Nike Tempo shorts - I know, it's a full fledged addiction, call TLC) and won stuff! I got a pink Bondi band and a case of Muscle Milk. I don't know why my arm looks so ginormous in this photo. I promise it is the angle; I don't have Popeye forearms.
HOLD UP. Stop the presses! I just realized Monday is the 31st. I ignorantly thought 30 days hath May. Great news - I just might make it to 100 after all! (great news unless you think about the fact that I have no idea how many days hath May!) Night y'all!