1. I learned last week that my last foster dog (who pretty much stole my heart) is being returned to the rescue, and therefore me. His mom was definitely not prepared to deal with a dog like him – ya know, a stubborn 10 month old lab. It makes me sad, and angry, but also happy we get him back. This is Bubba:
2. I have clearly sucked at blogging this last week. Nothing new has really happened – had a great run at the Running Room last Wednesday, a great (no – amazing) run on my own on Friday, and then I worked all weekend. It was fairly quiet for a weekend, especially for a full moon, but we still had some interesting cases.
3. This coming weekend at the gym we are having a workout “fundraiser” for the local food bank. Entry to this workout is a non perishable food item and we have the “pleasure” of doing “Fran”, which is:
21-15-9 reps of 95lb thrusters (remember those??) and pull ups
I am going to die. Then I have a long run on the Sunday at the Running Room. Body = broken.
4. Tonight I plan on hitting the gym and I will go for real this time and not just say I will and instead end up sitting on the couch all night watching Dr Phil or Dr Oz.