Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Don't tell my husband

...but I'm running a half marathon.
It's not that he doesn't want me to or that he thinks that I can't, it's just that he knows how hard I am on myself and he's worried if I can't do it I will really beat my self up. Which I will. 
So be it, I just need to make sure I finish that bad boy so that won't happen!
I'm okay with taking walk breaks and I'm okay with running slow. 
I just want to rock a 13.1 bumper sticker like a boss! 
The race is the CHaD hero run and it has special meaning to me because at this point in time my son has 3 specialists there and we are adding yet another one next month.
He's my hero so I want to be his. 
I don't want to see this ever again,

And I'm also okay with pretending like this doesn't exist

Yeah that big white thing in the middle can just suck it. 

So off I go running like a crazy person on my deathmill and outside when the weathers nice.

My first run looked like this
Sarah over at
Runfargirl is also running this race for personal reasons which you can read about here.
She's quite an inspiration!

I also have job offers coming at me left and right....wtf where were these last week when I was crying in bed?

Looks like the times they are a changin!
About damn time.

1 comment:

  1. Whoop whoop!! That's awesome on the half...not so much the reason :-( prayers comin ur way!!! Good luck w job stuff :-) how exciting!