At Least My Legs Work

My car may be broken, but my legs work fine.

While my car sits in the shop, getting fixed, I put in a 4 mile run. Average pace: 12:30. Woo-hoo!

I did not get in a long run this weekend. Oh, well. I'll let my legs heal. Or at least, that's what I'm telling myself.

Meanwhile, my sister and brother-in-law are on the phone, pimping me out to a coworker of JJ's. I find the situation highly amusing.

Cheers!