You've gotta admit, an episode of I Love Lucy where they do a triathlon would be hilarious. If only I'd been a writer for them in the late 60s. Instead, I'll just hang out with my own Lucy.
I think this speaks bounds of perfection, beauty and bloggeryness. So, here's my single photo pictorial essay of what I did this weekend.
If you've ever done a triathlon, I think you know what this means. If you've ever been a mom, you see the beauty on the back of our calves there. Even if you've never done a tri and you're not a mom, the beauty is still there.
That's how we roll.
Song of the day: Wild Child by Enya
Where is the Yeay?????