So I signed up for a half marathon and then promptly threw my back out while moving laundry from the washer to the dryer. I rested for a week, felt better, resumed training, and then threw my back out again- this time while digging through the hall closet in search of a new brush for my Clarisonic. Some might think the universe is trying to tell me something. I agree: J's in charge of laundry from now on, and a good old-fashioned washcloth is pretty good after all. 13.1 in 3 months!