Dear Brighthouse, Thank you for capturing my true side in this photo. Dear Crossfit, I was not mentally or physically prepared for you. This is the second time this week my body has been cripplingly sore (I can't even find a comfortable position to type in right now. Everything hurts.), and I have not felt this out of shape, maybe ever. Dear Muscles, You need to be strengthened, STAT.
Dear San Francisco, I will be all up in you very soon. I am beyond excited. It's surreal.
Dear Thanksgiving, Holy crap, where did you come from? I feel like Halloween hasn't actually happened yet. Time is a bizarre thing. Dear Jessica, I'm glad you had a fabulous honeymoon, but I am so happy to be able to text you on the reg now. There were so many times I tried to update you while you were on your cruise to no avail. I imagine you'll be getting play-by-plays of Cali all day erryday (whether you like it or not). Dear Self, Where is your holiday spirit this year? I mean, seriously. You live for this stuff. Get your act together. I can't even remember the last time you crafted something.. Dear Ziggy, I'm sorry you've been neglected lately. I promise as soon as my body goes back to normal I will start taking you running again, even if it means having to wake up early. Speaking of.. Dear Time Change, SUCK IT. You are ruining my chances of continuing training for races since the time I like to run is the time you like to get ridiculously dark out. Dark running = terrifying. Dear Big Mack, Just because you ran 13.1 mile almost a week ago doesn't mean you have permission to eat cake/pie/pizza every day of the week. Quit this madness. Remember when you gave up carbs for 30 days? Yea. Let's do that again. That was better. Dear Britni, You rock. I don't know what I'm going to do without you in Cali. Skype and Sushi: A Tale of Two Sisters. Dear Readers, Thanks for being awesome and supportive and funny and not judging me and for just reading the nonsense I babble about on a daily basis. Y'all are the best.