Hi, my name is Lola and I’m spoiled like crazy. Yup, while my mom is out running and my dad is freezing under the sheets, I get a personal space heater to warm my three pound self every morning. Sometimes I get lost just staring into the heater for 10 minutes at a time.
Why are mom and dad too cheap to turn on the heater for themselves but will give me a personal space heater? I think it has to do something with the fact that I’m so damn adorable. Come on…how can you resists my big brown eyes?
Stay warm and happy running!
P.S. We purchased our flight for the Boston Marathon last night…it’s getting real!