I'd like to thank Kara for this little gem.
Not only did it make me almost spit my dinner out last night, but every time she brings it up, Pippi's ears really do remind me more and more of Yoda. My dog makes me laugh every day.
|Oh yeah? Caption this, sucka!|
I had a super spectacular morning of cleaning up dog vomit. It started around 2am when I was awoken by that awful sound of "dog-seconds-before-yakking" and then it happened again twice more later in the morning. Apparently Rocco threw up in my brother's room around 2am as well. Vomit party! Wee! I decided to go in to work late today just to make sure they were ok. I think they're fine now, but will be ready for dinner very early tonight.
Saturday I set out to set a new PDR of seven miles. The only way I was going to do it was to venture to explore a new route. A friend told me to try a route, which would be 8 miles. Since I had yet to run 7 I just decided to run out 3.5 miles and then run back. No biggie.
|It looks innocent enough, right?|
Yeah, it wasn't innocent. My butt can tell you.
Instead of making it to 3.5, I only made it to about 3.15 before I decided that as long as I make it over six miles, it's still a PDR (read: I wimped out a little bit).
|That mark? That's where the devil lives.|
To tell the truth, I was pissed off at the hills. I wanted to punch the hills.
But this Saturday I'll be tackling that route again, and this time I plan on making those hills go crying for their mamas.
I spent the majority of the rest of the weekend with my friend and her itty bitty baby girl.
Hopefully someday I'll have the honor of her calling me "Auntie Em" :)