I’m on my way out to run intervals. I’m not looking forward to it that much. I prefer to save my projectile vomiting for the Eggnog Mile.
I’m sitting here trying to summon my inner Bad-Ass. Then I look down at my sock.
Oh, well. I just hope there’s a hopspcotch course somewhere along the way …
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update: Mo comes home and laughs at the sock. I declare that at least the other one is a little more macho. She disagrees.
Mo is not a nice person.
i like margarine 
Those socks are fabulous. Did Santa bring them? 🙂 have fun with your intervals! I hope you don’t hurl.
Your socks remind me of the old Irish Spring commercials. Manly yes….but I like them too.
not quite sure … poodles.. goats .. or rabbits …
but then again rabbits and goats look exactly a like
I spent about 6 hours of my 50k trying to pass the Poodle. I barely did it….I no longer question the BAness of Poodles. Of course, that Poodle did not have a pink bow.
Wow, you are getting all serious about this running thing by doing intervals and wearing socks.
What’s not macho about cute little doggies?