Just so that this is all clear, my definition of slugfest has less to do with this:
And much more to do with this:
The only thing missing is a beer or a huge margarita!
Let's just say that last week and the weekend provided me with ample opportunity to eat and drink and indulge myself. I got a massage (although holy hell it hurt!) and am currently sporting some light turquoise toenails thanks to a good friend who treated me to a pedicure. Other than the awesome color, I also caught up on all of the gossip magazines while at the nail salon. Apparently I live under a rock since I didn't know that Jessica Simpson was preggers. Hmmmm, interesting? I suppose that I should head to the nail salon if I want to keep up on my celebrity gossip.
Sunday rolled around, and I promised myself that I would get in a bike ride since it had been since May 6 that I'd spent any time in the saddle. It was, however, hot as hell, even in the late afternoon. Yes, I suck, but I'm over it because on Monday morning, I managed to crawl out of bed at around 5:00 am and I hit the pool. Then, I finished off the day with a run, a good one too, especially for a Monday. I think that the lazy week (or week-and-a-half) was a necessary break, but I'm looking forward to a race this Saturday and yet another in June. 'Tis the season, so I'd better banish my slug-like tendency until August rolls around!