You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet

Look at the kid from school
She's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool
She's changing fashion, the way she dress
The tracksuits are old, and the hoody's way too moody
For a kid with the will to funk
She dances in secret; she's a part-time punk

      - Belle and Sebastian 

For my kid, who graduated from high school this week and who is indeed, a part time punk. (And a full time bad ass.)

So I didn't have a great week as far as exercise. Eight miles total, just atrocious. I was busy hosting parties and having family and guests over causing extreme exhaustion in my basic introverted nature. Of course, all of this exacerbated by the seemingly necessary family discussions about who in the world is deserving of the pennies thrown from the white middle class train, and the many and varied drugs ingested to get through it all. 

So maybe eight miles is a victory.