So yesterday AM I got up bright and early, ok fine it was dark and early, and I laced up and headed out for my final pace run. Basically every run I do this week will be my "final" blah blah blah run before the marathon, but I digress. I headed out for a nice five miler where I met up with LaWa and P-Funk.
It was a good run. Overall my legs felt fine and I was on pace. Except for the whole everything-is-twinging-due-to-taper-madness, I felt good.
We finished up our run and headed home to shower. Not together sickos! We each went to our respective homes. Geez. Anyway, I got home and got undressed and left my clothes in front of the hamper. Ok, so I didn't get to do laundry like I wanted yesterday and the hamper is sort of full. If by full I mean about to explode dirty clothes like Vesuvius, then yes. Thus I left the clothes on the floor in front of the hamper. Don't look at me like that! You've done it before too. You bunch of Waldorf and Statler's!
That would be Lloyd wearing my sports bra. Now this is not the first time he has decided to don my sports bra. In fact he has done this once before, but he was too fast that time for me to get a photo.
Honestly, I'm not quite sure what it is about the sports bra that he loves. Perhaps he isn't getting enough support from his fur, perhaps he is using it as a way to illustrate that I spend too much time in one, or maybe, just maybe...he thinks he looks good in teal.
In any event I am a supportive parent and whatever my little J. Edgar Hoover wants to choose as his lifestyle, I am A-OK with it.
Taper madness continues....stay tuned.....