
I’m the one that pushes the mower around our yard. My husband’s hay fever is enough to put him down for days if he tries to mow, and I enjoy the physical chore more than, say, washing and folding clothes.
Now that summer is here and the grass is growing faster than my PR time, I’ve had to mow twice each week. Yesterday, after a glorious 22 mile bike ride, I spent some time with the girls and then went out about 4 to take care of the lawn.
I always pour a drink when I go, but I rarely stop for a sip. Once I’m in my grass mowing zone, it’s like I’m sprinting toward the finish line. All I can think is, “Get this done!”
Afterwards, I vacuumed the pool while the girls swam.
This morning I woke feeling a bit woozy. Overly tired despite a great night’s sleep.
It’s my day off from working out, so I figured I was just tired from the busy week. Nervous about the upcoming tri. In need of my taper.
Until I went to the bathroom and peed what looked like Mountain Dew.


See this girl? The agony? The defeat? The PAIN!? She paid at least $14 or so to feel this way. But you know what? Soon she will feel much, much better!
Doesn’t look like much, now does it?

