To pay myself back for the things I did last night I forced my thumping noodle and the body it's attached to out of bed at five o'clock this morning to join Steve for a sunrise run along the San Francisco Bay.

A dozen or so yards from the shore a pair of seals surfaced the moment we pulled into the Crissy Field parking lot and Steve didn't hesitate to name them—LuSEAL and ReSEAL. I suggested that if they decide to go the parenting route one day their first child could be called Navy (SEAL). Steve wasn't impressed and Lu and Re showed their disapproval by diving into the deep and not coming back up for the remainder of our workout.

To be honest, I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the day today.