My hair knows it's Wednesday

Lab joke. At least, it's all bouncy--due to being caught up in a ponytail, and being showered just yesterday. It's long enough now that it's darn heavy, so I must take care when I sit or stand next to people with my whippy pony tail.

In Running News: broke into the 3-minute-run last night. Every week is another minute of runnining before stopping. Ironically, the 2nd minute is now the most difficult. The first minute is hard, but doable. Then the 2nd minute is when my shoelaces start dying and I move to jog to keep going. And then, by the 3rd minute, it's weird: like all the muscles relax, my ankles stop rolling, and I just move and when the minute is up I feel like I could keep going. At least for, like, 10 more seconds.

The good and crazy part of running is that AFTER running I get a bit manic-happy. I haven't thought about work for nearly an hour, and I've taken a nice shower, and I've done something good for myself. If I make it through this week, I'm allowed to buy myself a real treat, according to more than one website. We'll see.

Andy's birthday is at the end of the week, so there will be festivities and cake!