This week is a whirlwind (rain, wind, a leaky roof, the
scariest drive ever, major cleaning, hectic workweek, my dad visiting), so my
thoughts are a whirlwind, too.
Debby has left the area, and I have left the craptastic gym.
That place wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, thank goodness.
I’m not really excited about the running part of this All-Star Game 5K run . I’ve decided 5Ks just really aren’t my thing. I get
frustrated that I’m not faster (it doesn’t bother me as much in half marathons,
but I get really irritated with myself with 5Ks). I guess I’ll just approach it
with a “just have fun” attitude, not worry about time and take in all the baseball goodness.
I got sucked into the YouTube music vortex earlier this
week, and now I can stop listening to this song and reliving the good rap days
of the 1990s-early 2000s. Man, I miss good rap and good Busta Rhymes. Note:
this is an uncensored version and contains foul language. Sorry.
I don’t have a potty mouth, and I rarely (if ever) utter a
curse word. But, I’m completely OK with expletive-filled raps.