Dirt Ball

I have come to the discovery that I am a dirt ball. It didn't strike me before. My parents actually nicknamed me dirt ball as a child. Didn't sink in. A friend commented on the constant wearing of sweatpants. Didn't sink in. But, the other day, it hit me out of the blue.

A friend told me about a race her and her boyfriend were going to do. It's called Muddy Buddies. Basically, you run and bike, with a partner, through a mud laden course. What are you thinking? Gross? My first thought was awesome! 

Muddy Buddies Website

Jeff had no desire to be my muddy buddy. He can not figure out how anyone would find this race appealing. Thus, the discovery of my dirt ballness. 

In my on defense I do bath daily. Actually, I average two showers a day. So please, do not mistake me being a dirt ball with me actually being dirty. Two completely different things! I have also passed on this trait to my dog, if that is possible. He is very much like me. Hyper active, good looking, and dirt ballish. 

I keep telling you Jeff is a lucky guy!