If you have seen the movie Must Love Dogs then you will understand why friends and family compare me to it. I must admit, today at the grocery store, as I bought one fish filet and one lone Roma tomato, I could not disagree with the comparison. My stubborn unwillingness to post an online singles ad carries on the theme. And oh yes, there is the love of dogs. (Though I must admit, as much as I love my Jake I’m not sure how fond I am of others’ dogs; ironically enough, by the way, Jake is also the name of the main male character in Must Love Dogs.)So on top of yet another evening alone, snuggled up with a book and a single person’s dinner, my house smells like “old people,” as K said when she came home and was welcomed with the nice, fresh scent of….moth balls. Reviews are mixed on the success of them in defeating critters, but I needed to try something new so and this is it.
This morning I managed to slug out a three-mile run during which my right, front calf cramped up. Knock wood I almost never cramp up so this definitely caught me off guard and made me question the sanity of a half-marathon. There is still plenty of time to commit.
Gosh, I hate that word. Commit.
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