Progress feels good. Compliments about losing weight from other people feels even better.
NTS: Register for the Chicago Half Marathon by 3/30.
I’m still not sure I made the right choice when I told my wife about the bakery attack. But then, it might not have been a question of right and wrong. Which is to say that wrong choices can produce right results, and vice versa. I myself have adopted the position that, in fact, we never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.
If you look at it this way, it just so happens that I told my wife about the bakery attack. I hadn’t been planning to bring it up—I had forgotten all about it—but it wasn’t one of those now-that-you-mention-it kind of things, either.
I love the internet. There’s already a .gif of JLIII’s fadeaway over LeBron.