I set out this morning to run five miles. I sorta-kinda slept through my long run on Saturday. And Sunday. And my wife has some how (kinda) forgiven me for having an alarm clock that goes off at 5 AM and then a hubby that snores for another hour or two. At least she hasn’t gone all Lorena on my ass (or other parts).

Yet.

So this morning I got up to go.

And after three miles, my trot was interrupted by… a PSoP.

Thank you, Sonic.