I did 8 miles this morning. I know this sounds great, but I'm having trouble getting past the 8 mile mark. I know I can do it. I've done it before. I will do it, but right now I'm having trouble pushing myself into the possibilty of slightly more discomfort than I feeling at the moment. I'm hoping that when I work out with Peggy tomorrow she can give me some good leg strengthening exercises and stretches. The Mint was nice and quiet this afternoon. Big Frank was KJ-ing. Sebastia. James. Jimmy. Kitten, not be confused with Kitty. One of the old-timers is back in town and I think he's trouble. At one point we had a nice Abba set going. Song List Under The Moon Of Love-Showaddywaddy Kansas City-Wilbur Harrison Super Trouper-Abba Let's Lock The Door-Jay and the Americans A Little Bit Better-Hermans Hermits Came home with the sushi and Hubby was watching Whatever It Takes. God what a HORRIBLE episode. A perfect reminder of everything I HATED about this season. The writers seemed to be playing their own game to see how competely unlikeable they could make every single character. Hugh didn't even bother to let any charm come through. His flirting with CIA babe wasn't the least bit amusing. If this show doesn't improve tremendously in the fifth season, it's going to be very hard to stand by my man.