This weekend was a weekend of work, and it felt so good to finally have all that work under my belt. With a little elbow (and knee) grease, Z and I put the finishing touches on the garden.
Getting down and dirty.
I only do the glamour work.
Burying the body. Err, spreading the soil.
In half-marathon news, my run is in T-4 days! I am excited and ready to pound some Indianapolis pavement. This event, even though it hasn't happened yet, has changed my winter and is already transforming my summer. I'm looking forward to my first post-half-marathon race. Maybe it will be the Dandelion Dash?
That's a cute name for a run, but I really get a kick out of the "Berbee Derby." Besides the fact that it rhymes, I sometimes call Z "berbee" (pet name, you know). That might just be enough for me to want to run it. Mmm, on second thought, who am I kidding? I'm going to be stuffing my craw with cranberry sauce and turkey by that time of the year. Did I just move from May to November in two races? Maybe I'm faster than I thought.