Really?

I had just stepped in the door after work on Friday when my cell went off.  I debated answering it because I don't often use my cell and sometimes it's a wrong number and I really wanted to get some strengthening exercises in before meeting a friend for dinner later.
I did answer it, and it was my realtor.  I assumed she wanted to set up another appointment for someone to come and kick my proverbial tires, but she was calling with an offer.
No small amount of people have traipsed through my condo of late.  That last couple viewed it twice.  The woman making the offer was in and out of my place in five minutes, my realtor said.  And the offer was solid and so I accepted it today.
The other interesting thing that happened today was that I found a dime.  I put it in my pocket but then it fell out again, but I found it.
Lastly, I have been told not to run for a week because I'm having some not-insignificant problems with my posterior tibula, which sounds sort of like a cross between my ass and a spaceship from Star Trek.  This means that I get to replace tomorrow's slated 17 miler with 2.5 hours on the bike at Michael's gym.  At least there are televisions there.  Holy shit is that going to be boring.
 Definitely getting frustrated having been in and out of physio since I ran the Edge to Edge last June.  Oh, do you remember who the female was that won that one, by the way?  I bet she's awesome.  Nine marathons in a row, all that training, pounding so much pavement, so much repetitions is absolutely taking a toll and I need to strengthen my glutes big time.