May 24, 1987. Mrs. Jogger and I tied the knot. Twenty-two years later, we're still together and still in love. How's that for commitment?
It hasn't been the most pleasant anniversary ever. The medium Little Jogger is still pretty miserable. He hasn't been able to sleep, so Mrs. J hasn't gotten much sleep. The other four of us have been walking around on eggshells all day. But this, too, shall pass, and Mrs. J and I will get a chance to celebrate together. Someday.
I took another day off from running. My tendon is hardly bothering me at all. I hope to start stringing together two running days in a row, starting with tomorrow and Tuesday. Then we'll see what happens on Wednesday.
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