Stupid parole board. Always calling at suppertime.
WEATHER: Coooolder than it ever gets in DC. Which doesn’t really matter, because…
MILES: 0.
MILES THIS WEEK: 0.
WHERE TO: Buttoned in at the family homestead in Iowa.
MOOD: Snug and well-fed and well-slept and rested and so on.
ADDITIONAL NOTES:
OK, team. After my last post, one of the interns here at The Running Blog took a look at the dashboard and saw that we had our MOST HITS EVER! Ka-freaking-POW! And now I’m thinking that maybe, if there are new visitors and new traffic, I should tidy up the place…pick up my smelly sports bras, throw out the old Hustler issues, clean the mayo off the wall, and so on. And also do a new paint job…a.k.a. change the blog theme.
OR maybe I’m crazy. If it’s not broke, don’t fix it…just let sleeping dogs lie…don’t beat a dead horse…necessity is the mother of invention…loneliness is the cousin of LOLcat websites…erm…
Anyway, I love you and value your opinions. And also, I’m doing my annual week-of-resting-my-weary-ass legs, so I have nothing running-related to talk to you about. So do allow me to ask:
Vote early, vote often! Leave suggestions in the comments! Hug your monitor!
Readying my DC-running-themed New Year’s Resolutions,
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Posted by EmGusk on December 27, 2010 at 10:45 pm
I read your blog on Google Reader, so I really don’t care because I’m an asshole.
Also, you’ll be proud to know that I’m reading your blog post-gym in a sweaty sports bra and shorts. It’s only appropriate.
Posted by Cap2Cap on December 29, 2010 at 8:59 pm
What she said.