Folks, the news is: I'm alive. I know you're relieved and, fankly, so am I. Afterall we have started potty training! This is the most intense training I've ever undergone and I already know how, where, and when to go. Sorry but you'll have to endure comments on the successes.
I ran 2.5 today. Great pace. The bursitis (I think) is really slowing me down. I'm practicing some yoga stretching and breathing after running. Everyday actually, but it feels like it is getting worse. One good thing about being a complainer (or as I like to say: honest about how I feel) is that I can recognize patterns. I've also been sore on a regular basis in my hands and fingers. So Jules, talk arthritis to me baby. It runs in our family obviously. I feel like this pain is chronic, worse on some days than others.
Finally, I must say I resent the refusal to discuss my haircut and take it as a direct insult to my ability to cut my own hair...gee am I paranoid about it or what! Just say you like it and let me sleep at night!
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