This is not the post I want to write

-There's a hole in my blue shorts. It is not along the seam, it's a very clean cut, and I can only assume that it is some form of sabotage. I don't know what my left thigh did to offend, but I don't want to be there when it retaliates.

-The cool(?) thing about running in a group is that it is glaringly obvious when I don't have much spring in my step. There was some glaring obviousness today.

-Barbara Kingsolver kind of rocks. I'm reading Prodigal Summer. I just finished a chapter that made me jittery about goat farming.

-I'm after something. I don't know what it is. I hope I have the right shoes to give chase.