My son took this picture when we were in Mexico two years ago. On a bed on a beach. I’m on a horse! We laughed our asses off when we viewed it later. “BVT,” that’s what the call me (Big Vagina Thighs).
Sometimes things are not as they appear. Like pre-sales for concerts. You get a code, you get advance notice before the public. And the seat options suck and you spend all day on April 5 getting no tickets. You are made to feel special, exclusive and it’s all a big sham. All of this in the name of Taylor Swift, who my daughter will die if she doesn’t see in September when she rolls through Denver. I can’t wait for all of the ‘tween screaming and prepubescent crying. I will wear a training bra and hold up a sign that says “Taylor Nation” just to fit in. I swear I will. I might even bring out my cola Lip Smacker.
Something else that is not what it appears to be is my marathon taper. Because I am not tapering. I am going full force until the big race because supposedly this is not a “race” for me, but a training run. As if I do 26.2 mile training runs. But, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. So from now until then:
If you are going to be in Boston, hope we can meet up. Morgan the Redhead has been kind enough to compile a list of fun meet ups and to plan some cool things. Check it out HERE and feel free to add yourself. I am “hosting” a happy hour at Champions at the Marriott Copley hotel on Saturday night 5-7. By hosting, I do not mean buying everyone shots, although that sounds fun. I mean that I will be there to meet you to talk crap, farts, marathons, etc. Drop me an email or leave a comment if you’ll be around town. Love to meet you all finally! I will be the one with the big vagina.