This is what life looks like when you buy a 5lb bag of baby carrots and, once you realize that there is no way the three people in your family who have enough teeth to eat carrots will be able to finish them before they go bad, decide that the best way to use them is in muffins. Which means you need to shred them all. But you don’t have a food processor.
Please note my neighbor’s Death Star nightlight in the background. It’s even more impressive turned on.
Tomorrow is the Ventura half marathon. It’ll be my first half since NYC in 2013.
If all goes according to plan tonight, it will be the first half marathon I’ve raced where I am not either hungover or pregnant. Which, theoretically, should bode well for a PR. Theoretically.
Rambulatory Ambulatory 