I was hung over but knew that if I worked out, I’d at least feel better in a bathing suit, even if I looked exactly the same. I had crazy heartburn and a stubborn pounding on the left side of my head, but took two aspirin and forced myself out of bed while Denise was still sleeping. When I dry heaved each time I picked up the speed or hit a hillier patch of ground, my 45-60 minute brisk run turned into a 25 minute slow jog before I gave up and headed back. I wheezed my way up the stairs through the front door of the house and heard voices I immediately identified as coming from Andy and Rachel. “Someone’s up,” I heard Rachel say. “Yup, it’s me,” I said. When I reached the top of the stairs and saw them standing in the living room, Andy casually dressed in a New Orleans Jazz Fest 2007 t-shirt and long shorts and Rachel dressed for the Kentucky Derby in a polka dot sundress and a white wide brim hat, I said, “I’d hug you guys, but I’m too sweaty. Welcome to the house!” “Hey, Steph,”
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