Why?

Well, because I got an email from a race that said my half marathon was less than 8 weeks away.

And I realized I needed to get my tushie in shape and start running longer distances than what was convenient.

After I got done, I saw Hubs’ car in front of our apartment so I knew he was home for work. I texted him and asked him to come down and walk with me, so we walked a mile together.

Then we came back in and got ready to make dinner.

Until Hubs realized we were out of milk and had to run to the store to get more.

I took that opportunity to shower the 6 miles worth of sweat off me.

I thought he would appreciate that.

Judging by the fact he hasn’t complained about how close I’m sitting to him right now, the shower must have helped.

But now we’re both tired and ready for bed. We’re so old and lame.

So tomorrow we can do it all over again, although probably not all of it. My body will probably need a rest.

I’m also assuming we won’t run out of milk again. That would be crazy.

Not at all unlike this random, about-nothing post.

Thanks for reading!