The day should be over, but my gut tells me it isn’t. It’s sort of like when you’re in third grade and look out at the one inch of snow that fell overnight. You hope school will be canceled, but you know better. So regardless of what my brain and body are rooting for, I make my way to my bedroom to get my shorts and sneakers. SEAL smiles. “You know we gotta do it, right?” “Yes.”
