Crazy Kate and I did an epic niner today…
I drove over there listening to Anthrax’s Caught in a Mosh, which turned out to be the perfect song to have stuck in my head for nine miles — “STOMP STOMP STOMP!”
And then in awesome, dorky fashion, we sprinted the final stretch, singing at the top of our lungs, “ain’t nothin’ gonna breaka my stride, nobody gonna slow me down, woah no! I got to keep on mooooving!”
Yeah. We were those runners.
I don’t care! We dominated the Monon. We killed!
Blah, blah, blah…
Now let’s talk about what’s really important: the epic breakfast we rewarded ourselves with afterward…
Oh yeah. We did some serious eating…
I cannot say enough good things about this place — Bub’s.
Kay, we weren’t on bikes. But the sign makes you wanna be on one, doesn’t it? Sheez. If I looked like her, I’d ride a bike all the time.
And, here’s the backlog of photos you missed on Thursday:
Cool, funky wine glass, no? Love it.
Supposedly, I’m doing five miles of fartleks tomorrow (or what I like to call fart licks, because that’s how they make me feel; like I’m licking farts). But I might sleep until noon first.