GO MAVS!

Okay - I'll admit that the Mavs don't have anything to do with my running, but COME ON, did you see them on Sunday night? Suck it, Heat.

Saturday, I got up at 4:40. I could have skipped because Luke, Craig and Tim were all out of town. Instead, I stumbled out of bed, ran 8 miles and had ate breakfast tacos solo before most people's alarm went off for the day.

Next week is 12. Are we already at our base for the summer? Going off the lake (anything over 9.3) makes it real. 12 isn't that bad, but it isn't that far from 15 or 17 or 21 either. People, it is practically the 4th of July already and before you know it, college football will be here and then, you blink and it is Halloween and two seconds later, I'm going to be 50. Wait, that last part got out of hand, but I think you get the idea.

Tomorrow morning is only 4 miles which means I can drink at least one more glass of wine before saying goodbye (and I won't miss you) to Monday.