Every Inch.

Every inch of my body hurts today. (Awesome.)

Yesterday afternoon I said to Josh, "I should have run faster...I'm not even sore."

Hah. That must have been the runner's high talking, which was inflicted by the endorphins.

My toes are so sore, that I crinkle them up anytime Michael comes near me so that he doesn't step on them. They're so painful that I can't wear close toed shoes, but my Birkenstocks are just DANGEROUS around a boisterous two year old.

Working on the montage, but it's taking awhile. I'm walking around in a haze of exhaustion and grouchiness today. (Lucky Michael and Josh...) Even if I finished the montage tonight, it probably wouldn't make much sense anyway....

Keep checking back, friends.