Spaced off on the bike trail until this little guy/girl darted in front of me, then sat in a field to watch as I talked aloud to myself and fumbled around for my phone.
Turns out my dad says he sees this fox there a lot, so any thoughts of it being my spirit animal are already out the window.
...and all through the apartment,
somebody got her race clothes laid out to make sure she has enough layers because the weather forecast is closer to a day in January than one in May.
Color Me Rad Run in twelve hours. Amped. Those socks mean business. Cartwheeling business.
Earning my keep by scraping up half-century old carpet padding from the basement. In other news, check out the fab new lighting and lack of dividing wall in said basement. Things are comin' along!
