1. I still don't have much to talk about, but that's never stopped any other blogger from forcing you to read their mindless bullet-post drivel about their life, so here we go. The first thing Thursday is that I changed my header. See? Useless, but now one bullet point is done. I've had the same header for over two years and don't really mind it, but I figured, for whatever reason, it was time for a change. It took me six months to update the puppies tab after we brought Sofie home and I'm pretty sure the swim bike run tab still talks about following my journey as I train for my first ironman, but let's update the pictures since no one reads the words anyway, especially buried in the tabs. Although there are a shit-load of puppy pictures in there, if you are ever having a crappy day and really like golden retrievers. Here's another one. Feel better?
Good, me too. I'm a type-A OCD perfectionist that hates change, so you can go back to reading on your phone in Google Reader, no more changes happening over here.
2. Part of the reason I have nothing to talk about is that it's been so long since I've had an actual injury. And now that I've posted that, I'll probably fall down the steps on my road bike and break every bone in my body, but at least then I'll have something at least marginally interesting to post about. My left trapezius got a little wacky last week, and I did have to back off the swimming for a few days, but I think it's healed and if I ever stopped getting it Graston'd I'd probably be able to tell for sure once the bruises faded. But I do that that Mister MAF and Mister Graston have combined forces to help me crawl closer to an injury-free life. I even felt my glutes working yesterday morning when I ran 400 circles around the track. What now? I'll probably win the lottery and then my life will be so boring that I'll have to retire from blogging entirely. The world weeps.
3. I could either talk about how thrilled I am that the weather is changing or shamelessly plug a race for the second time. Let's do both. Fall is here, and the only thing that could make it better is to get just one frost. The first frost kills all the mosquitos and I'd love to be able to go into the backyard at night without leaping and thrashing and slapping myself like some kind of escapee. The arm warmers have come out and I'm getting close to replacing my overly-priced shorts obsession with an overly-priced crops obsession.
The race, of course, is the Alexandria Family Fun Day & 5K. FLUSHING TOILETS, for cripes sake. Go sign up, or at least click away from here. Once again, I've contributed nothing to the universe on a Thursday. Maybe I'll jump in a race this weekend. I'm sure at least one of you thinks it's worth $25 to run a few miles just so the brainless entries can end, or at least so I can get a fresh picture of my ass and stop reposting ones you've all seen a dozen times.
I'm out, bitches. If you've got any ideas about what I can talk about, for the love of pete let me know so I can stop boring the internet with my yammering.