Every Breath You Take, I'll Be Watching You. -the stalker song by The Police

Good Evening. Just read some of the blogs.
Lisa. Who is Dave? I think I know who Dave is. It's your stalker. He's pretty bold. Even had a picture on the comment. He's apparently a more 'in-your-face' kind of stalker. Naples, Fl...right! How 'bout Just-up-the-block, Ms? Mine isn't that creative. Just sends miniture spy beagles everywhere I go to intimidate me; remind me he still lurks.
Anyway, I ran this morning with the Rockettes. Didn't want to. Sore from weights and pretty dehydrated. Called T'knesha as usual. She calls me back 15 min. later to say she isn't going because she's sore. I told her I'd see her there. She showed. I ran with Jan this morning. Only two breaks at the water. We ran it in 53 minutes. A course best, I'd say. She was excited. Of course we couldn't run that pace forever, but I think we got a good shot of doing it on the final fabulous five in Chicago. If we could do that with hills in the dark, we'll smoking the elite runners before they even knew what passed them. I hope the medals are made of chocolate.
I received my ticket. Had I known the pasta dinner was going to be IN the Hilton and not at the McCormack Plaza, I would have signed up. I know, but I could eat more than once that night, I'm sure. Heck, I do that now!
I'll be going now. If anyone is reading this and not with the marathon group, I don't live in Ridgeland like the screen says. I live in Pearl with a big dog, two shotguns and a cousin named Jethro...who ain't right if you know what I mean.
Take care to everyone else.