Reality Check

Things got a little cray cray today.

Not for me, though.  I don't like tootsie roll pops.  Probably the only food on the planet that I don't like.  It was all about ignoring my homework in service of The New Yorker.

Wonder Woman and Feminism...topic for next semester's composition class?

I figure since I did homework for the whole one-hour plane ride the other day, I earned the right to not look at it again until at least tomorrow.

 G and Papa spent a good hour talking about the history of jeeps.  {snore}

And I have come to terms with an important reality check.  Since I am just now truly recovering from the second Sinus Infection From Hell, I've decided not to do the half marathon next weekend.  If it were anywhere between 5-10 miles, I could hack it without training.  I could convince myself it's basically a long hike and just power through it.  But it's 13.1 miles, full of real runners and athletes, and I don't want the pressure of putting myself through that.  I'm not ready and need to lose 55 pounds and go more than a week without getting the plague.

So there it is.

Instead, I'll be doing this next Sunday until it's time to tutor.

Isn't my little nephew precious??

Time to pack up and get ready to fly out.  We'll go straight from the airport to get this one, and then hustle back into the chaos.

I heart Denver.