Once you get past the whole, what the hell--is that her bathtub? you'll notice two things:
- I have hard water, and
- I have a black toe.
I've been waiting in breathless anticipation to see if it falls off, but then, there are no rules about it having to do that, it is what it is. I have a black toe. I'm wildly excited about this. In the past, I've had sort of purplish toes, and one that was half-black, but this is officially a black toe. So, I'm going to celebrate by getting something from here, in my constant quest to get increasingly obscure symbols to stick on my car or on my person.
I ran about 9-ish miles today. I didn't take a watch or my Garmin. It was somewhat painful, but bearable. Nice day. It took me longer than it should, given that I had to stop and do stretches every 4-5 miles. I'm never going to get anywhere if I have to keep doing that.
Sweet Baboo is down at White Sands Missel Range with several other Outlaws to do the Bataan Death March Memorial Marathon tomorrow. I think it's a training exercise for him. It's 26.2 miles across the southern New Mexico desert. I imagine he'll write about it when he's done. For a left-wing hippy kind of guy, my hubby is fiercely loyal to things military, and he takes it very seriously. He was a Marine, and now works at the Veterans Hospital, so I'm interested in seeing what insights come to him during this experience.