Because everything relates to Napoleon Dynamite, obviously.
Well, hello there. Remember me? I haven’t updated since, um, February? Oops.
Rather than launching into a long-winded diatribe filled with excuses as to why I’ve failed to maintain this poor blog, I’ll just say that I haven’t particularly felt like writing, because that’s basically what it boils down to.
I haven’t really been running, either, which I suppose is a shame considering that this is supposed to be a running blog…but I’ve resigned myself to the fact that it’s summertime in South Carolina and I still hate the heat and humidity as much as I ever have. I’m not even going to pretend like I’ll be entertaining the notion of training for something over the next few months – it just isn’t going to happen. Good thing I love the gym, because running outside for more than a few miles at at time?
Snark upon my heat intolerance if you wish.
In other news, I’ve been filling my time (and mouth) with lots of these:
Best variety pack ever.
Oh, hops, how I love thee…
I also flew to Colorado in April, in order to drive this beast over to Oregon:
Before I left the lovely Summit County, naturally I had to swing through Vail long enough to pay my respects to the local artwork.
Seriously though, Vail is the most beautiful town and leaving it always kind of sucks.
And this isn’t even close to being a good photo.
Roadtrip underway, after following my mom for this many miles…
…we found ourselves in Bend, OR, home of Deschutes Brewery.
Great food, even greater beer.
We also decided to head down to the coast before I flew back home. If you’ve not had the opportunity to see the Oregon coastline for yourself, you should probably go ahead and scribble that one down on your to-do list, because it’s fantastic.
But let’s not act like I didn’t have an ulterior motive for wanting to visit Newport.
It was everything I hoped it would be.
Now that I’m “back,” of sorts, I’ll wrap up this half-assed post with one final thought before calling it a night: