At home mom and dad are always there to remind me when Trash Day is. In Utah, seeing as I am supposed to be a responsible adult, I have to remind myself. Turns out I'm not good at remembering things, and neither are Paige and Marianne. It also turns out that when you forget to put your trash out on the street, the trash men don't take it. And when your trash (i.e. meat) is left in your garage for two weeks, you might run into the following problem: maggots. I have one word for this problem: EW. How do you clean up said problem?
1. Put on appropriate maggot-cleaning attire. For some reason this includes sweatshirts and spandex.
2. Spray maggots with your strongest cleaning chemicals.
3. Get someone else to find a way to empty your trash can. Andrew may have sat in the trunk while he held on the trash can so Paige and I could drive the car to a nearby dumpster. What a trooper.
Moral of the story: Remember Trash Day.
Because I'm real into fitness, here's the 3030 prepping for the 5K Santa Run. Stretching is an integral part of the process.
Fully decked out in Santa gear. Facial hair looks fantastic on the 3030.
Kader also caught the vision of the Santa Run.
More stretching. I'm taking the 5K very seriously.
Finishing Lap 1 inspires a hearty raising of the roof.
Paigmy finishes the 5K.
Marianne comes in soon after in a full sprint.
Exhausted and surprised that I ran 5K. This may be the longest distance I have run in my entire laugh. Once again, I'm interested in fitness.
