Though I have been quite diligent when it comes to weight loss, I have not been as diligent when it comes to buying new clothes. An older woman came up to me yesterday in the parking lot of the market and told me she was offended that too much of my butt-crack (and I am quoting here) was showing when I bent over. No good deed goes unpunished.
It's been quite windy here this week. So yesterday I thought I was being clever when I decided to do my bike ride back and forth on a three mile stretch sheltered by a small valley in the Back Bay of Newport Beach. What I got wrong, however, that the wind was blowing straight in, effectively creating a wind tunnel. It was an incredibly great ride in one direction, and an incredibly sucky one in the other. At least I didn't puss out, though - I got in my miles.
The Newtons. They have served me well. Still in great shape, uppers wise. This is surprising because there really isn't much to them.
I've got 550 miles on my running shoes. I'm wearing Newtons right now. My plan is to go to the LRS today and try a few pairs out. There is a 90% chance I'll go with Newtons again, but I'm going to retest the competition as well. Hopefully Ian will cooperate enough. After all, an hour in a running store is not something I'd want to do if I was 4 1/2. I'll have to make it up to him. Maybe we'll head over Boomers and ride the ferris wheel and go carts.
I don't know about you, but there is something about old Las Vegas pictures. I'm not a huge fan of the city, but I'd take Sinatra over a scale model of the Eiffel Tower any day.
Mary is visiting her sister in Las Vegas, so it's a boys weekend. Ian wants to go to an Angels game, but the team is out of town. I'm kind of glad they are. I took him to a game last year, and he lasted 6 pitches. Not 6 innings, not 6 outs. 6 pitches. Then he was ready to leave. We'll try again of course, I'm just not in any rush.
But I should probably rush out and buy some pants.