the one where I get mushy about Twitter

Here's what I adore about my fellow twitterers or tweeps or whatever you call people who use Twitter. 

When I posted this tweet 

no one called me crazy. Not one person questioned why I would get up at 4 o'clock in the morning to run 8 miles. 

My mother sighed (in a loving but resigned sort of way) when I told her what I was planning but not you Twitter. No. You support me in my quest for running greatness. You introduce me to new products. You force me to consider the benefits of a plant based diet. You give me great smoothie ideas. 

I think I might love you.