Happy Birthday, Hot Dawg

Today is a friend's birthday. I hope he has a wonderful day.

So I'm running. Well, I'm done running and I'm walking at the end, having just switched from Ullrey's podcast to some of Bob Mould's greatest work (quiet, Del-V). I turn to check for traffic going into a drive and see someone behind me. Fine, no worries. I keep walking.

When this person passes me, she is nice enough to wave as she goes by, and I see it. The dog. The tiny wiener dog she is dragging, yes, dragging behind her. I laugh. I don't think she heard me. It takes me a few seconds, but I'm moving for my phone. This is the reason we have camera phones, yes? Yes.

I want to say to her, "Lady. Torture yourself all you want. But leave the weenie dog at home next time, mmmkay?"

Snap. Awesome. Then I realize I should make fun of myself, too, if I'm going to laugh at random and nice people who pass me on the street.

So I snap a photo of my thighs. If anything does not need to be up on my blog it's a picture of my post-holiday thighs. But here you can almost see how well my new workout pants match my new totally awesome Sauconys (which are still putting my toes to sleep, hope that passes).

Oh and you can see the neon yellow Gordon's Fisherman yellow raincoat I wear to make sure people can freaking see me and hopefully not kill me as I run down the street.

Enjoy, people. And happy birthday to my bud.