I’m not 9 years old anymore…
I’m 39. Wow. This year came and went - FAST. And the 9 year old reference has to do with going to the Dodger game today in the unbearable heat. It was horrible. If I was 9 I wouldn’t have noticed. I would have stayed there all day if I could. But I was so fricken miserable, the kids were getting burned despite the sunscreen, and they weren’t really into the game.
So we left.
In the FOURTH INNING!!!!!!!!
Not such a great birthday game.
But… i biked 6 miles and ran 3 for a BRick today at the Rose Bowl. I enjoyed that more than watching my beloved Dodgers in the heat. And boy, did the run feel like my legs were bricks. More about that later. Lets just say I’ve never been more sore in 6 months training than I am right now. UGH.
Off to a surprise birthday party in Santa Monica. No, not for me though. LOL
