Good morning, chickadees.
I just got in from a nice, long run.
9.2 miles, to be precise.
The plan was 9, but then I maybe got distracted, ran past my target, and ended up trying to cut through some kind of industrial loading dock/parking lot/place that smelled pretty sketchy.
I made it out with my life.
And my jams.
So we’ll call it good.
While the run was a bit slower than I’d have liked, I’m encouraged by the fact that I did not stop to walk one time, and also, that I have the strength to do things such as shower and write this blog post immediately after finishing.
These are serious accomplishments, post 9-miler.
Last night, I hung around with my two favorite teens, who came over to eat pizza and laugh hysterically and generally make my day better.
They’re probably the funniest people I know.
What’s better than that, chickens?
And now, I’m rushing around, getting ready for a half day of work, a trip to the suburbs, and spending the evening watching my lovely, lovely friend ML get married and then celebrating for the rest of the night.
As I ran over the Damen Ave bridge this morning and watched the sun rise over my beautiful, busy little city, I thought to myself, what a sweet little life I have here. I trust you feel the same.
Enjoy your Friday, everyone.