All I wanted in the world tonight was to not go to the gym. I think mostly because I lost my keys yesterday and I didn't want to have to ask for a new tag thing. And also because I was tired. I was going to wait until Elliott was asleep, and then I got distracted by something else, and then she woke up, and then I was going to go after she was asleep again, and then I looked for my keys for awhile, and finally I was able to haul myself out the door. As I was leaving I said, "I could already be asleep by now." Eric said, "Yes, and even having finished your run." By the time I got to the gym I only had time for 2 miles before they closed. But at least it was no big deal getting a replacement pass. No bumcheek pain (must have been a fluke), but some calf pain that just felt like normal running-muscle growing pain. Speaking of weight (like I was earlier this week), I saw this on my cousin's husband's facebook page and thought it was funny:
"The
trick is to keep losing weight until your friends and family ask you if
you've been sick. then you know you're within 10 pounds. if they start
whispering to each other, wondering if you've got cancer or aids, you're
within 5. When they actually do an intervention, you're at race weight." 
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