I know you all want to see my chafed ass.

But you'll have to wait. Or scroll to the end of the post. #spoiler

Of course it is in horrifically poor taste for me to post a pic of my chafed ass on the internet, but the internet was MADE for horrifically poor taste.

So little to say and so much time...where to start? where to go? who cares? wheeEEEEEEE!!!!!

It's been a really long time since I've shared anything on this blog. That is no accident. I'm sick of all the negativity around these parts. Snark may get you attention, but it's way too painful to hate-read lame blogs (like I have any right to talk) and asshole-riddled websites to gather material. I have a life to live. People to care for. Workouts to do. Gluten-free, dairy-free, egg-free, potato-free, fish-free food to eat. Books to read. And I much prefer Instagram...it's perfect for a lazy oversharer like myself.

I posted this on Instagram.
It is a lie.
Here in California, winter is NEVER coming.

Okay, I didn't read that book. It's FICTION. Instead I just spent the last three weeks reading Ken Follett's most recent trilogy. HISTORY, people. FACTS. Unbiased FACTS. Well...at least it was a great read. I haven't enjoyed reading so much since I cranked on the Game of Thrones series last spring. 

I really hope you clicked that link because then you can do a 10-month comparison of my rockin' scar...

It isn't raised at all. Yay.

That's my right hip...it's a mirror image because
I took the picture looking into a mirror.
I wanted to show you how cool it is that my
 incision is perfectly nestled into that notch
between the muscles, illustrating the minimally-
invasive anterior approach procedure.

My hip is healing amazingly.

I haven't run since my little jog the weekend before Christmas (wetting my pants isn't my jam), but I'm finally training for my marathon walk scheduled for early May as well as rowing a few times a week and lifting some weights.

Hiking in beautiful places in our non-winter.

I found Dora on my long (3.5 hours) hike last week.
Note: blue skies and lack of winter.

Rowing.
Happy.
No negativity...

****WARNING****

GRAPHIC IMAGE

HERE IT COMES

...

...except when a tiny lint ball finds its way into your
rowing shorts and abrades the fuck out of your ass.

Life is pretty great right now...even with that abrasion on my ass and a completely nonsensical, rarely attended to blog.

How are you? Any abrasions or signs of winter in your life?