1. The front desk attendant at the gym asked me if I was on the track team. Clearly, he's never seen me run, throw, or jump. And my polo vaulting isn't so great either. (I've been trying to think of a track and field activity I might not be a disaster at, and I think I might be ok as a hurdle. That R is missing on purpose.)
2. I picked Kevin out of a crowd. Well, not a crowd, but a small pack. (If you're as bad at identifying your husband in a group as I am, you have to start small.) He's in Las Vegas for the Las Vegas Marathon, and I actually recognized him on the live finish cam. Go Kevin! I'm proud of you!