186 days… 19 hours… 49 minutes…

Before the marathon. Which means that my diet is REALLY starting to look different so that my body can get through 26 miles of running (barring injury – then it will be 26 miles of walking). This morning I went speed walking and the hills kicked my behind for real, as usual, but I was really proud that I got up them without having to slow down. My sis, who I was inspired by to begin this journey, just finished her marathon in LA. Man, it might be a minute before I’m ready for the LA marathon. A few people dropped dead running that marathon.
Protest protest.
I thought about writing about the protests in LA, but today seems way too beautiful to be occupied with negativity, and the way that I feel about those protests is highly negative. I think that I have a special angst with the situation because my husband is an immigrant, and he has had to go through the ridiculous amount of paperwork and evidence providing that our good old government required for him to get his status. More later, I’m sure, but not now.