Bring out yer dead! That is not me. I made it. I successfully got up at 5:20 to go meet my group. We did a 1 mile warm up, did straights and curves, and I was NOT the slowest person. I mean, this is not to be confused with saying I'm fast, because I'm not. And I know it isn't a competition, but... I wasn't the slowest. Hooray! Mama is back in action. Kind of. It's a slow action followed by a slow burn in my hips. Whatevs.
There was also a really fast guy running the wrong way on the track and kept tooting every time I saw him. Out loud. If he were my nephew he would excuse himself and say, "Me tooty."
So to counteract all of that work from this morning I'm enjoying a 3 pm glass of wine. It's white so that it's hydrating.