I have to confess something to you – yesterday afternoon, when Dave came home, we went for a 3-mile run. So that means that I ran like 8.3 miles or something yesterday, which sort of worries me because I don’t want to injure myself. I just couldn’t resist a chance to trot around with my man one last time before I leave for the summer. I’m feeling pretty good today, so I’m going to stick with my 4.5-miler this afternoon. I wish I’d gotten going sooner today, but DUDE, I have so much shizz to take care of before I take off.