Getting my run in during the day was not happening, too busy at work getting ready to be gone for 2 weeks.
Walked home from the light rail trying to decide if I had it in me to get on the treadmill after I put little man down.
Maybe? I'm kinda hungry. And tired.
Checking Twitter as I shuffle home (no, I didn't trip this time)...
...and see that Dolvett has totally called me out.
He re-tweeted me!!!!!!!!!
And by the way, I apparently cannot count. In my Furman marathon training flashback post, I counted 9 weeks until Eugene. I have ELEVEN weeks until we all go huge. Pardons.