Um, yeah, about that running thing.

Sunday morning, I didn’t run because I stayed up way past my bedtime drinking in the hotel bar and then had to be in the shower by 5:30 so we could eat and catch our ride to the airport for the Plane that Can’t Be On Time.

Monday morning I was dead dog tired.

Tuesday morning wasn’t much better, but I vowed I had to go today. So I did.

And five minutes into the run, I stopped and almost turned back, but then decided what the hell, and finished the four miles.

Like you really wanted to read all that. Anyway, I know I’ve promised to tell more about our trip, but haven’t had the “oomph” to sit and type about it. I think my brain is still processing. Oh, that and I have a pile of work to do.

Hope y’all are well…