So this happened.
Someone probably needs to call the guys in the white coats, because this has been happening this week: That's right -- running FOUR DAYS out of five! Consider this your warning that the zombie apocalypse is upon us, because I'm planning to outrun you. Obviously, I set no land speed records; there's still time for you to train so you outlive me. But let's look a bit closer, shall we? In case you missed it... Why would you do that, you ask? It's simple -- heat. Texas in July, even in a weird year like this one, is not friendly to even walking outside after 8am. Pile on that RDub leaves for work at 6:30 AND he is psychologically unmotivated to do this by himself, and it's a perfect storm. The dogs need a walk, and they would die in the afternoon heat (or act like they will [Theo]). So it's a great plan, right? If we could just get our butts in bed by 10pm, we might not think we're all going to die of exhaustion. And that's been o...