It's a good thing too, because Emma is coming over today to run 14 miles. It's our long run day, but a short one.
Breakfast:
The ol' classic...
While I'm waiting for Emma I think I'm gonna cook up some livers. I have a pound of them going bad in the fridge.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, my Irish cousin Mary was checking out my ass the other night and said, (I swear this is true):
"Jayzuz Jiames, sure ye've no arse on ye at-all at-all. Ahh, sure I'm fierce ragin... Top 'o the mornin' to ye! Is it yerself that's in it?... umm.. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Eeeedjit!"
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