So, I'm in training for another race, and I've been working out with my boss, Brigitte. Brigitte is French, and is she is so gangsta in a way you would not believe. She just left a message on my voicemail that said, "put down that drink and start having some water! You need to be at my house at 6 tomorrow to run....ha ha...no, seriously, call me if there is any problem...[silence, then ominous voice]...there won't be any problem."
I guess there won't be any problem, family. I'm going to bed. I gotta run in the morning.