Married, working, training. While my wife has nixed all future attempts to grow glorious mustaches, she has been supportive of my crazy running dreams. Life is good.
Oof. Botched an attempted 16 miler. Couldn't get out until about 4, and I did a poor job of hydrating through the day. Heat + dehydration = pain. This turned fairly dangerous, and I came close to asking a passing cyclist to call 911.