Just finished a very sad, very Whitney-heavy 7 miles. Need to go wash off and do some errands before tonight’s Kleenex-fest (a/k/a Grammy Awards), but instead of a long hot soak, I think I’ll just take a shower. Between WH and Jim Morrison, I may never take another bath again. Jesus…
Anyway, I’m now past the halfway point mileage-wise in terms of training for the half. It feels good, but it’ll definitely feel better when I get my shit together and eat like a runner should…
