Just practicing for March 5, the day after the half marathon I just signed up for. I know, it’s not very far off, but I’ve done halfs on less training than this. Not that it’s smart, but whatever. I’m spontaneous, man.
One of the reasons I’m most excited to do this* is that George promised he would bring the boys to the finish line. They’ve never done that, and just the thought gets me a little choked up. Even though I’m sure the boys will say things like, “whatcha running for, Mommy?” and “why are you running, Mommy?” and “you are stinky, Mommy!” but that’s okay.
*the only one, actually.