Yesterday at the Mocha Club office, a co-worker asked Emily and I if we were ready for the half-marathon on Sunday.

Emily said, “Uh, nope.”

I said, “Uh, yes.”

Emily has been training. Faithfully. Like, following some sort of program that she got from some running expert.

I? Not so much.

Our boss Barrett knows this. So Barrett looks at Emily, looks at me, and says, “I think when Emily says no, she means that she isn’t quite done with her training program. When Annie says yes, she means that she has legs that move so that makes her think she is ready.”

Touche, Barrett. You know me well.