It is the week that never ends...

Tonight we're off to the opening ceremonies of the Gay Rodeo. Yes, a bunch of big manly cowboys who happen to like other cowboys are gonna ride broncos, rope lil' dogies, and the like all weekend long. While one could read many double entendres in that sentence, one really should just get one's head out of the gutter.

This week was one that seemed to drag. I got up this morning and walked for 20 minutes, but three hours later, my endorphin buzz is but a memory. My legs still feel like jello unfortunately. It's a small price to pay to the fat gods so I can fit into the pair of jeans I bought 2 weeks ago.