My Dog is Ambidextrous
Here's a video of Tassie doing the one and only trick she knows. Boy that narrator needs to practice her delivery!
Take that, Boss Fedofsky-Waterstraat!
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Here's a video of Tassie doing the one and only trick she knows. Boy that narrator needs to practice her delivery!
I had plantar fasciitis pretty bad my freshman year in college. I slept in a boot for almost 2 years and I was able to manage it pretty well. I've always had to be careful but I can usually catch it before it gets too painful. Unfortunately, this time I was not so lucky. Last Sunday I ran in some new lightweight trainers that totally set it off. All last week I babied my foot as much as I could (i.e. wore all my responsible shoes that are not so cute, stretched, rolled my foot, etc) but it didn't help. Everytime I ran after that it flared up.
It was a good day for me all in all - I can't be unhappy with sneaking into the top ten of the elite amateur division (I was 9th), something I really wasn't expecting. My time from last year was 7 minutes slower (!!) YIKES! So that's the scientific difference between working part-time and full-time :)
We got into Tampa around 2:15, but because our luggage people decided to take a lunch break we didn't get out of there until after 3, which made it too late to swim at Northshore (they close at 4). Instead we drove into St. Pete and then went to the Gulf side for a little open water swimming. The water was about 75 and chilly when first getting in, but really nice once we started swimming. Marty forgot his goggles but since he is part fish, the saltwater in his eyes doesn't bother him as much as the rest of us mere mortals. The wind had kicked up making it a bit wavy with a current, but as long as the wind stays the same, our swim in the bay should be smooth tomorrow. I'm hoping so, because there have been some years where the St. Anthony's swim is like a washing machine. I'm also hoping for a wetsuit legal swim, but if not, I brought my new Blue Seventy PointZero to wear.
I love TLC's What Not To Wear with Stacy & Clinton. I DVR the episodes and watch them when I'm riding the trainer. They crack me up and of course, I secretly want to be one of the candidates. Even though I realize that means I dress really bad. Anyways, one of Marty's athletes (and one of our friends) sent me a little note in the mail that said: