B. accompanied me to the gym at 5:00 this morning. (Ahem. I mean 6:00 this morning. But despite the clock-changing nonsense, I think we can all agree that it was really 5:00. And pretty dark. GRRR.)
The gloriousness of that decision was quickly negated by his gloomy attitude and noticeable lack of reciprocation of high-fives during our walk home.
He did come in handy when I needed a new towel after my run. 4 miles, yo!
3.10.2009
3.05.2009
I Rock
This morning:
- I ran 2 miles in 19 minutes
- The Metro New York newspaper lady actually greeted me and complimented my sneakers
- I was able to reframe a potentially upsetting piece of communication as a marker of personal growth
- I ran 2 miles in 19 minutes
- The Metro New York newspaper lady actually greeted me and complimented my sneakers
- I was able to reframe a potentially upsetting piece of communication as a marker of personal growth
Labels:
good times,
kicking ass and taking names,
running,
the past
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