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I have found Twitter.  Yes, I am aware that it has been around since 2006 so, yes, I am late to the party.  Hey I am 51. But never mind that.  *I* have found Twitter.

How?  Well this gets even weirder.

Over winter break I learned that the best running store in the world Bull City Running is sponsoring a Year of Running contest.

Run, tweet your run, repeat, every day for one year.

You say: these one-year challenges are silly, cheesy, funny and stupid.
I say: Yes, Yes, Yes and Yes.
Still (or perhaps "because of") I decided to Just Do It.

Could you make love to your spouse every day for a year?  Sorry, already been done.

As of today, 27 Jan, I have run 26 times.  I have tweeted 26 times. Today I will run to Dozens for bread and to place an order for Alice's Sunday sleepover breakfast.  Then I will tweet.  Tomorrow I will run the parkrun.  Then I will tweet. Sunday I will run a 'hood lap after our obligatory country walk. Then I will tweet. And so on.  Blandy says it takes 3 weeks to make a habit.  OK I hab-it.  Spot on, B!

My junior year in high school I told my mom that I was going to the prom with Roy G Biv.  She replied: Oh is he a new boy at school?  That was one of those moments when you, smart-ass teenager, think you are smarter than your mom, experienced and wise.  WRONG.  But the story has given me a great way to teach the colors of the rainbow. You will get full credit from me if, on a test, you reply to the  Roy G Biv question:  Mrs Ward's prom date.

On run 26 I saw a beautiful Roy on an otherwise dark moment that afternoon...

Excellent separation of colors

....then signs of spring...

croci

...then a bigger Roy as the clouds cleared.

Still raining where I stood to take this picture.

Yesterday afternoon late we went into the city for a hair cut, a bike pump then met EW for dinner.  Sky now totally clear. Awesome moon-Venus conjunction.

Market in foreground, tower of  Church of St Peter Mancroft with Venus and Moon to the right.
Behind the dome of the Norwich Forum is visible. 

So back to Twitter.  Through this running and tweeting, I have fallen in to the Rabbit Hole and found out all kinds of interesting things about Norwich.  Granted, many are more interesting to the 21-year-old bar hound in me (where is she?) or a pull at the mommy in me,  but some involve risque windowscapes, new vocabulary (bolthole?), where the best coffee is and a 2-fer deal on lunch.    Twitter is like having your gossipy girlfriend in your computer.  Thankfully, you can shut her up without offense.

Or can you?

@gcward