Do you talk to yourself when you exercise?
Because goodness knows I do.
These are the things I thought about over the course of my 6km training run:
Holy frick, I FEEL AMAZING.
My strides are suuuuper. Suuuuper strides.
Hmmm. If I have a particularly saucy dream about someone, could they possibly be having the same dream? URG, stop thinking about this at once.
Okay. How do people go down staircases two steps at a time and not kill themselves?
I don’t actually like pesto as much as I think I do. It’s just SO oily.
I wonder why I also put that extra “s” into obsessive. It’s rather an obsession. OMG I AM SO WITTY.
I am going to cook the crap out of dinner tonight.
Man, what is UP with Canadian politics at the moment? And is Justin Trudeau really going to run for Liberal leadership? He could call his campaign “Just In Time.” And play that album by Justin Timberlake.
Actually, that will probably guarantee his total defeat at the polls.
Don’t do that Justin.
This route is so beautiful and the weather is pretty much perfect. Even if it’s getting cooler every day. The sunrise this morning was so striking it took my breath away.
Not enough people take the time to pause and just let this beauty pour over them. Through them.
Okay Hallmark, get a grip.
Good grief – that lady is just out smoking her joint! And she’s totally, totally a proper OLD. Between her and the dude outside of Douglas College, my day has been chock-a-block full of smoker sightings.
So, like, do people just smoke weed out in the open these days? Is this a thing now?
If I was forced to take a drug test at the end of this run I would have to claim a Ross Rebagliati .
What ever happened to that guy?
Also, someone really needs to bankroll my entirely new wardrobe from Club Monaco.
Jeeze, does anyone even like Banana Republic? AND SERIOUSLY I HATE THEIR NAME SO MUCH – WHY DOESN’T ANYONE EVER TALK ABOUT THIS? I am going to open a competitor clothier and call it “Uneven economic development and social stratification R US”
That may require an acronym.
Oh yeah baby, not even breaking a sweat! Do it do it do it.
That outhouse should probably be cleaned.
Darn it. M has strata tonight which means an empty house for most of the evening.
On the plus side ALL THE DROP DEAD DIVA IS BELONG TO ME.
I own quite a few dresses. I really am going to do that project where I wear all of them and take photos in the exact same post with the exact same backdrop because of course everyone wants to see that.
Mostly I just want to wear all the pretty dresses.
I will call the project “Playing Dress-Up” OR OR OR “Dressing on the Side.”
Hah, I AM witty.
Get out of here.
NO I’M WISE.
Looklooklook that that dog it is wearing a sweater! With little ears on the hood! CUTECUTECUTE. Thooouuggghh…he probably hates his life.
Yep, in total agony fo sho.
K, that driver totally didn’t stop for me at the crosswalk. I hope he gets crabs in the bath.
Either way – HOME.
Should I stretch?
Do you ever?
Touché, good lady. Touché.