Spent the afternoon secretly stealing garbage from this delightfully heinous hoarder’s apartment. Don’t let the smile fool you.
- Me: Thank you for making me run this morning.
- Him: You need to. Then I won't have to hear you bitch about wearing such industrial strength undergarments.
WOD: hike to the top of Mount Leinster.
Dublin or nothing.
Fun fact: I was born in London. This was my first home. It’s the first time we’ve all been back since 1989.
Less fun fact: this is my family, including my brother who I haven’t spoken to in seven years. I have a brother, you probably didn’t know, I’ve talked about him, but always a generic him because of things that have happened. We haven’t rekindled and we haven’t made up, but we haven’t fought and, for the first time in a long time, his presence and voice and breathe haven’t made me angry as hell.
Other fact: I lost dietbet, mainly because I didn’t weigh in today. My scale is a million miles away. But I’ve travelled and eaten poutine and scotch eggs and macaroons and not gained weight. So I won dietbet.
Fact: it’s time for coffee and dessert after a pub crawl and cheeseburger.
The best fact: Laura is here and sleeping in my bed and my little spoon tonight.
SelfiesinLondon.tumblr.com?
I should run this morning.
But shoulds back you into a corner. I don’t really want to. My good sports bra is clean and ready to be packed. I haven’t gone to the bathroom. And my last two runs have sucked so I’m avoiding it.
