Today I ran 15 miles. On and off, yeah, it was a struggle of the mind. But 15 miles, nonetheless. A new personal distance record!
And then I drove home, exhausted and exhausted.
Home to J&Q, who were hosting an impromtu cookout and game night, per their usual impromptu style. I walked in, haggard and hungry, and Q asked, “Want a burger?” with a smile.
I nodded in gratitude and joined in the impromptu festivities and was grateful, grateful, grateful.
Best hosts ever.
Best housemates ever.
Best post-run din ever.