We are creeping up on single digits in the count down. I've already ID'd photo number 10 and I have to say I think it's the best one yet. So you'll want to check that one out.

So we are ticking along nicely. Bored out of our skulls on the track. You try three mile repeats at marathon pace and tell me your mind doesn't wander. Nine thirty six miles??? snore. This week it's 2k repeats. Oh kill me now. Maybe we need to play games like work through the alphabet naming things on a theme: bands, animals, cars, countries... X can be a stumper.

Speaking of trying to distract yourself. I had a treatment from Dr. Ryan last night. Oh holy hell. That hurt. A lot. And coming from me that means that it really hurt. Like can't stop my body from writhing from the hurt. So Ryan and I talked about first dates and how they should end and how do you know if she's into you or not. And should he take her flowers. Oh and he told me dumb jokes so I have a few new ones to add to my collection of groaners... What do you call a teenage rabbit? A pubic hare. Yeah. Pretty bad. So anyhow. Ryan's excitement about his date was enough to keep me distracted and I managed not to chew through the table. I'm going back on Friday. To continue to get my right quad, adductor, and IT band worked on and to find out how the date went and whether she liked the flowers.

On tap tonight is a short run followed by the LETC uniform design meeting over spaghetti and meatballs. Pictures and recipe to follow on I eat therefore I train. Which reminds me I have a Korean rib recipe, and Dan-o-mite's shrimp cassorole recipe to add. And speaking of dates: that shrimp cassorole is the PERFECT guy needs to impress girl to show that he can cook dish.