Well, Bec doesn’t know it yet, but I signed us up to run the mini-marathon in May. I figure I need some motivation to make it through the winter, and I’d like to pretend I am Forest Gump. I put that we’d be in the slowest group because I am slow as molasses, the Black Strap kind. I imagine that she will want to go faster, but I’ll meet her at the end.
I think Adam is doing it again. It will be a fun day.
Reason Breeds Insanity 