Watch the feet.

I realized today how protective I have become of my precious feet and ankles (and, working up from there, knees...hips...lower back...but I digress) since starting this marathon training business. Today I really took a risk and chose the dangerous grassy path to my car over the safety of the level concrete sidewalk, and I probably looked to my imaginary audience like I didn't know how to walk. I was looking down and being super careful in my flip-flops not to twist my ankle. Just something to think about I guess. I like my feet. They do good things for me and I have to treat them well if I want them to get me through until May 7th.

But alas, the job hunt beckons.