OK, so I just got an e-mail newsletter from the lovely people that are directing the half marathon that's happening THIS SUNDAY.
I can't believe it's race week. Seriously, I'm kind of freaking out, but in a good way. The only problem with this is that I'm all, "It's race week. Oh my. I think I need a slice of cake." That's not the right way to carbo load folks. Let me tell you.
I'm not going to lie to you, I'm pretty excited to go back to running 4-6 miles for my weekend long fun run plus softball, pitching horseshoes, and doing yoga/strength training for a well-balanced exercise life. On the plus side, I'll get a shiny medal for finishing, a shirt to prove I was there, and the knowledge that I can actually go that far without a car.
|It's true. All of it. Well, except the part about the broken toenail. That's gross.|