Last evening when I crested the hill down to the Plano Balloon Festival, it occurred to me that several of my choices today could distinctly be categorized into good choices and bad choices.
Bad Choice: running with a couple of guys that are significantly faster than me at 5 am.
Good Choice: running in traffic behind the one with the headlamp.
Bad Choice: drinking 52 oz of refreshing QT bevvy...on my way to an outdoor festival.
Good Choice: getting "race" practice by using a...a...a...portapotty. (Needless to say I chose my line wisely.)
Bad Choice: letting the very-frustrated-with-mommy 6 year old brush my hair.
Good Choice: finding a ponytail holder.
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