I opted for a bike ride instead of my usual kettlebells class tonight. I sometimes get some serous muscle soreness from kettlebells and figured I didn't need that so close to the marathon. Anyhow . . . after work, Sophie and I picked up Jim and his bike, stopped at home and grabbed my bike, and headed up to Hinckley to the bike trail. As we were riding along we came across a pretty strong farm smell. Sophie lifted up the back of my shirt, pulled my shorts out and said, "Mom, are you poopy?" Thanks Soph.