The only logical explanation? He read my blog. Which makes him the Smartest. Dog. Ever.
Except he farted in the elevator last night when we were heading out for a poop. And—trust me on this—you do NOT want to be trapped in an elevator for fifteen floors with a creeping dog fart.
In other news, I did my first leg workout yesterday since I started marathon training last spring. I figured it would be
And as my thighs and calves grew meatier and stronger this summer, I figured all that running was the perfect alternative to all that lifting. I also figured that when I finally started hitting the weights again I’d have great workouts and easy recoveries.
I figured wrong. When I woke up this morning, I felt as though
Needless to say, my walks to meetings and other meetings and even more meetings have not been runway-fabulous.
And one more thing: My hunky friend Scott has his own marketing and design firm, and he has a little survey he’s designed for a client. So click here if you want to participate. It won’t take five minutes of your time, and it might make Scott so rich he buys me some new legs.