Casper, the antisocial male cat who's trying to establish his alpha status just went after my Lyta. I practically sprinted down the hallway after him. It was like a gazelle.
A fat, overweight, gazelle, but still surprised the crap outta me.
And pleased me.
And that question was rhetorical, mind you.
I did some quick running back to my hotel room on occasion this weekend too.
I may need to lose more weight, but I'm overall happy with myself. Or it may just be FINALLY having real frelling coffee in my hands.