Why is it that nothing makes one look quite as bad as the lighting in department store dressing rooms? And what do they do to those mirrors? My ass can't actually be that big, can it? Wow.
Yesterday, when I didn't have time to make the reservation, round-trip flights from Boston to Portland and back for the holidays were a full $100 cheaper than they are today, when I do have time.
Running the 10K was so great that now the idea of running alone on the bike path while pushing a jog stroller filled with 50lbs. of impatient toddler truly pales in comparison. My motivation is low, although I have my running stuff here at work and it's a gorgeous day.
The Red Sox. The Red Sox! Need I say more? Although I suppose that if the situation weren't a nailbiter, it wouldn't be the Sox.