BoBo was nice enough to join me for a morning run. The boy must have forgot that he was not in Hawaii, for look what he was wearing. To top it off, he is already sick.
He had to stop to cough several times along the way but he stayed with me for 2.3 miles and then cut left to visit a girl friend of his. I continued on for another 3 miles.
I had a GREAT run, which is a good thing because I am now immersed in a sea of raging hormones. And I do mean raging: wrestling, bellowing, dog chasing, basketball, farting, channel flipping, and all things Testosterone.
As the only female, in this home full of male energy, I have been crowned as Princess Juls. Tomorrow morning, Princess Juls will likely run again.