Meet Sylvia. Cute, huh?
You may have read about Sylvia (before she had an official name) earlier this week (do you consider Sunday the beginning or the end of the week?)
She’s cute and small, like I will be one day. 
Running owie.
She’s making my running WAY easier, because her brother George #2 weighs like 200 times what she does, and he is a pain in the ass to lug around.
She clips right onto my shirt or shorts and off we go!
I do have a minor injury from our inaugural outing together, but that’s because I didn’t realize she was wearing a hole through my stomach as I ran. She will have a new location next time.
