Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Seventy-Four
Can I do it?
Intermediate? I should turn back. No. I can do it.
I am barely doing it.
But this text message. This is the one that throws me over the edge.
He says there’s a bunch of gladiolus on the porch. He says he knows who the flowers are from. But they’re in Hawaii, I say. Can’t be them.
So hot in the sun, but not a single cloud in the sky. The best and the worst.
Gluten-free cupcake.
I blame the Tabata.
Do we just leave?
The question is: Can I do it again tomorrow?