I may be 23, but today I feel like this:
Actually, I was going for feeling like the old lady, but maybe it’s more accurate to say that I feel like the dead mouse on the ground. That she’s stabbing with her cane.
I’m thinking it’s a mix between the race yesterday, and the fact that I was so exhausted that I passed out last night around 7:30pm, fully clothed, practically sitting up, yet still somehow lying on something that did NOT do good things to my neck/back.
Clearly, my life is really hard.
What does a girl have to do to get her own personal masseur?
You ran a race this past weekend? Congratulations!
I drank wine and also some beer. And I ate some very delicious tacos.
Whilst eating said tacos, my 39 year old friend and I (35…*gulp*) discussed how we didn’t feel (or look) old. But I must admit that reading the first line of this post…made me feel a teensy bit old…
I’m sorry! I have a friend who’s 37 (I think) and he tells me that he’s not old, I’m just catching up. I like that.
Boy, you said it Fearless. (30).
You ran a race and I got smashed on Saturday. I think you win!
Feel better soon! And try and nap at your desk if at all possible today.
I’m still working on getting naptime instituted around here.
I collapsed on Sunday, but there was no running involved. I am weak. And ashamed.
I’m gonna come right out and say that if I’d been at Lilu’s on Saturday, I would have collapsed on Sunday, too. (Actually, I’d probably have collapsed on Saturday…and still been down.)
Maybe it’s a good thing you couldn’t make it Saturday… you’d probably be dead.
But I’m sure it would have been a hell of a way to go.
What she said.
But congrats on the race- much classier than saying, “I fell asleep at 7:30 at night because I’ve been drinking since noon…”
But isn’t that what sunny summer-like afternoons are for?
How do I sign up to be a personal ladies masseuse? Is it on craiglist?
That lady is really going after that mouse.