Post Script

The first thing The Boyfriend asked me when I arrived home was how I fared during my five mile run to hell and back. He immediately followed with, "Pee-eww! You smell funky! Go take a shower!"

As if I was going to walk around the apartment smelling like an 80 year-old man who hasn't shaved (or washed, for that matter) his armpits for three months! Thank you, Boyfriend, for being so loving after my five miler. Thank you so much.