It’s no secret that I am not a numbers person. (In fact, my sweet hubby felt the need to point this out just a few days ago.)
I often joke that I went to law school because I wasn’t good in math. (For the record, this isn’t exactly true. I actually wasn’t bad at math; I just strongly disliked it.)
Alas, no matter how much I try to avoid them, numbers are a fact of life. And, it occurred to me that certain numbers have been on my mind a LOT lately – in a good way. So, today, I thought I’d share a few of them with you.
7 = days until Fall
14 = days until we leave for vacation in Utah (via Vegas)
16 = days until the St. George Marathon
500 = miles I’ve run since May 30 to train for St. George
62 = days we’ve had our feral kitty (a.k.a. the Prisoner)
60 = days until the Rock ‘n’ Roll San Antonio half marathon
71 = days until Thanksgiving
And, just for fun . . .
2,676 = days that I’ve been married to my best friend