It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday with the family, emphasis on the lazy. Then I made the mistake of going over to Colepack. Carrie has this giant headed evil animated fitness nazi on her page who keeps track of how much she's run. I hate her. She mocks me. The animated Nike girl, not Carrie. No, she mocks me too. Anyway, every time I go to her site, that bitch (not Carrie) is always pointing at my muffin top and calling me jelly ass and something just as endearing. So today I flipped her off and decided to jump on my bike.
And really, that's about it for the exercise bit. I rode my bike. The end. So how about some pictures? Like the winter Olympics? This is the speed skating oval which is being built in my city. I was going to do a post about it a couple of weeks ago but then I found out it will be opening to the public in the middle of December. Might as well wait until I can show you some inside pictures.
Where was I riding? No Proposition 8 in my province, in fact, we build nature trails for all sexual orientations. I can get married to whomever I want, except that I am married and can't add a second line to my team. We're pretty liberal here, but not that liberal.
And my youngest, while cute and cuddly looking, has developed a taste for human flesh. Still, he's my son and I will always support him. One piece at a time.
Finally, to Casey and Team HASAY,
(sorry, bad sound. "Being fat and out of shape hurts less.)