It's nice that a mile feels super easy again. Still slow, but that'll change as I get more miles. As I was out on my little loop through the neighborhood, a truck of guys passed and whistled. I flipped them off (I know - super uncouth), but my timing was a little off and they were already past me, and it looked more like I was directing the gesture toward an oncoming car. Now I'm afraid that it was someone from our ward. What if it was, and what if they recognized me and waved or something, and what if they think I gave them the bird in response? How embarrassing. Elliott was 9 pounds and 1.5 ounces today, up to the 15th percentile from the 5th a few weeks ago. She's turning into a little tubber. :)
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