So my buddy Holly and I went for a long run yesterday morning. The weather was perfect…cool, crisp air, not much in the way of sun. I felt like I could putter along forever. Except for the fact that somewhere over the past week or two, I’ve hurt my knee. Really hurt. So as I was forced to take a break a couple of miles out on our route, I muttered some rather salty word choices…just as we were passed by a nun. Donning her nun garb, I might add. Totally serious. Look at the runner to the left of Holly.

Yes, I should’ve gone to church. Got it, Cosmos.

And somehow I’ve been talked into a half marathon in the spring. I think my head needs to be examined more than my knee.

🙂