Partners In Crime (and by 'crime' I mean running)

Today was my second run and I didn't have to do it alone. My awesome sisters are going to do this with me.  Here we are together this morning. Michaela (in the middle) is sixteen for three more days, and Mirian is twenty-one.

Here's the disgusting thing about Mirian; she had a baby two weeks after I did and she doesn't even look like it. Meanwhile I look like I'm still waiting to have mine. It's not fair. This is her darling boy who enjoyed the whole experience.

Here's the disgusting thing about Michaela; she's weights 105 lbs.

I'm just jealous of them. Oh well.

Nothing much to report. Since it was their first day I redid "day one" on my training schedule. We did two miles, one walking, one running. Mirian said she thought she was going to throw up at the end and Michaela said that she thought she could have kept going.

I felt like I could have too, which is good because in the beginning I wanted to also throw up. So maybe this thing is working.

Michaela's going to e-mail me her thoughts about the experience and when that happens I'll post them for you.

P.S. I just scrolled up to check that picture one more time and I noticed that both of Michael's thighs put together probably don't quite equal one of mine. Actually, if you added Mirian and Michaela's thighs together they would probably be the equivillent of mine. That's so depressing... but not, because that's why I'm here. Right?