Word to the wise:
Don’t do a half marathon on no training. Or, at least wear socks made of wicking material. Not cotton.
And that is all I’m going to say about that.
Had a fun weekend, even including the 13.1 mile death march I voluntarily participated in. Teresa and I went shopping on Saturday and got a ton of cute outfits. And yesterday after the “race” (I came in second-to-last, hurrah!) there was a barbecue at the pub. Which is always fun. And hard to feel guilty about eating after you’ve just burned 2000+ calories.
Lucky George has this week off work. Ah well, at least I don’t have to work on Friday, like some people do. Blech!