We made an actual, literal, grocery run today. A milk run, even! The plan was to have tomato and mozzarella sandwiches for dinner (things we already had at home), but John realized (at lunch today, while trying to eat a sandwich) that the bread was moldy. We’d talked about running after work, so we combined the two and ran to a Harris Teeter a little over a mile away for bread and milk. If we’d gotten anything else, it would have been awkward to run back, but I carried the bread and John carried the milk like a football (it was a half-gallon). It worked. Can’t say I want to make a habit of it, though.
It was nice to run with John. Usually I run alone. I might have a running buddy in one of the women we box with, but we haven’t managed to meet up yet. She’s running tomorrow morning with someone else we know, but it’s BEFORE boxing. I wouldn’t mind going for a run and then going to boxing (we might run to boxing tomorrow anyway), but not when it means we meet at 5:10am. Class starts at 6. I’ll be there then. I don’t want a running buddy THAT badly.