Everything was going great until Saturday around 1pm.  And then the weekend spiraled out of control — as far as my To Do list (of Doom) goes.   That said, I did finally get to go on a long overdue run with Olga — so the spiraling and wailing and gnashing of teeth over the unaccomplished to do’s was worth it.

On the phone:

Olga: You do realize I’m slow these days.  And I’m not sandbagging.

Me:  You do realize I’m wearing an ankle brace.

I think this picture captures the grey highlights we had put in before the run nicely.

(Thank you to Matthew’s children for making the visit possible with their excellent babysitting skills.)

Weight: 100.5.  Racing weight 97.  So there’s that.

Time to cross coffee drinking off the To Do list — and then revise the heck out of the rest of it.