Last night, I went to Happy Hour with Melanie and Becky. I have not been to happy hour on a school night in a long time. And even though I don't go to school anymore... Sunday-Thursday are still school nights to me.
I told Chris I would be gone for an hour.
Big Holly came home 3 1/2 hours later. Gotta love good company. And since we are the only bloggers not doing the cleanse this week, we drank beer, and ate pretzels and pizza.
We were also trying to squeeze in and get a picture of the three of us while holding our own phones. We didn't want to be the 30-something's at the bar on Monday night asking the bartender to take our picture. But maybe we should have been those people...
Anyway, Mel's post yesterday got me thinking that I only have 30 something days until this half marathon is over. This, without question, will be my run into running retirement. I haven't found the love for it yet. The only love I feel is when I am done and that is usually accompanied by diarrhea.
So needless to say, tonight I will be knocking out 7 miles. Skinny Meg is running 10 with me at Blissdom, so Chris should start getting the wording together for my obituary now. If you're scrolling through IG tonight and you see a purple lookin' slamhog... have no fear-- that's just Big Holly going farther than 6 miles.
Ok... I'm out! Also, I have a fun linkup planned for Friday with one of my fav male bloggers.