13:30 minutes. 1 mile. 1 time jumping off to stretch my arches, because they were squished and couldn’t flex properly. 1 blister. 1 “Yes We Can” and 1 “No Air” among other hot jams that kept me going.

6:00 am, you don’t scare me anymore. Sunrise, nice to see you on my way out of the gym. Happy Tuesday, friends.

Tonight = reserved for President Obama.

I hope you’ll join me in viewing so we can talk about it tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what he has to tell us.

Pedometer on. Here we go.