Nada

is what I've got to say.

Life is happening, but I'm not sure any of it warrants a post. Yet, I find myself not wanting to go a whole week without saying anything (and arguably it was Sara talking in my last post which would put me over a week) so I'm boring you with this. With nada.

For some reason I'm not inspired to tell you about how much fun last weekend was. The new bar. The guy that spilled not one but two TWO whole beers on me. The cute boys. The night spilling into the early morning. The fun dress.

I don't really want to talk about my workouts. They're there. Some happening, some getting cut short, some not happening at all. They've mostly been uneventful though. No epic solo climbs/rides or near naked gym exits. So nothing of interest to report.

One more non-holiday summer beach weekend, one week in my favorite vacation destination and then labor day is upon us. The summer is flying. And I'll be sad to see it go.

Perhaps next week, I'll be inspired to tell you more than nothing.

Happy weekend, kids.