I've heard nothing from creepy insurance people. Which is good because nothing is what they are going to get outta me.
I ran a crappy 10.5 miles on Saturday with Naomi, who is back from Dakar for a while, so the crappy run was offset by the awesome stories I was privy to. I ran six miles before Naomi and crew got there, and was ready to run another six, until I pooped out at 10 1/2. They meanwhile, went on to do six. I'm so bitter.
We all then went for to meet up with Susan and her S.O., David, and the inimitable Bex (photos to follow!) who came for brunch, but ended up with a bagel instead; on Sunday I went to brunch with folks from church despite a raging desire to sleep sleep sleep and despite the fact that I was in no mood (I know you are all riveted now); then ran a decent five miles before work on Monday (I can run! I can run!), completely forgetting that I was supposed to be downtown by 9 a.m. (I made it, barely); went to a bell-ringing class Monday night where I totally redeemed myself by ringing like I was a founding member of the Sex Pistols (in my head); Tuesday (today) was a rest day and did you know that Trader Joe's frozen Vegan Pad Thai has 600 calories????
Six hundred?? That is so wrong!;
and now here I sit writing.
Tomorrow is a not-nice track workout. Thursday is six miles. Saturday is a nice pasta dinner with Susie, David, Bex, and the Other Jen, because Sunday is ... this!
It's all good people!