Last nights speedwork at the track kicked my butt. I was feeling superior from my superfast Sunday run and the ease at which I did last weeks 400s. I admit I approached this week's 600s with a tad smuggness.
I got bitch slapped back to reality. Apparantely I am human, and a slow human at that.
I am going to blame my foot pain. That's the beauty of running, when things don't go right, when I don't perform as impressively as I would like, there is always an injury to take the fall.
To set the record straight, no I am not pregnant. Matty's 'girlfriend' is. I am not 'officially' his girlfriend. According to the restraining order and numerous letters from lawyers I'm not supposed to call myself his girlfriend ... official or unoffical
I wasn't too happy when I read that either. If George Clooney's girlfriend gets pregnant next I'm just going to cry.
Oh, hell no, if Clooney is next then I am going to be pissed.
LOL. You got b slapped...oh my..love the stories.
I'm still in denial about Matt's "girlfriend". I can't believe he cheated on you!! :)
I hate when reality bitch slaps me. It's been happening WAY to often these days. But at least I can usually find something to blame :)
Matty's girlfriend is going to start to gain weight pretty soon and maybe that's just the opportunity for a sexy running blogger to make their move on him. And no, I'm not talking about me.
I know you're disappointed he strayed, but baby Matty is on his way! This will keep us in eye-candy until we're well into our 70's!!