James flew in to New Mexico tonight. Never was a husband greeted more enthusiastically. My enthusiasm-meter goes higher than most people, I'd wager.
We went for a late night jog, but James' calf was bugging him, so he walked. I had to slow down a little to be with him, but not that much, 'cause his legs are like twice as long as mine. I was a little sad to see that I was running so slow that he could keep up walking, but then I thought, well, I'm putting in enough effort to make my nose all runny, so it COUNTS.
The stars were really bright & pretty.
2 weeks since I started running again, and I didn't miss a single day...*muffled cheers*