I Try...

I ran a triathlon yesterday. It was fun but now I am hobbling around like a 80 year old woman. It's a good sore but I am beat. Now I am at home recovering and watching Animal Cops. They just rescued a dog that had been thrown in a sewer by some shithead neighborhood kids. Did I mention that it was winter time in Detriot and that the dog almost had hypothermia. While the show is upsetting and depressing I like watching it because it ends up with a happy ending most of the time. See, my pup ran away from an abusive situation where her owners beat her and were most likely starting to prepare her to fight. She made a break for it and ended up in the pound where we adopted her. I highly recommend a pound pooch. Their the best and always very greatful.

I can barely keep my eyes open. Time to stuff my face and pass out. Catcha later.