Because I must be nuts. Insane. Perhaps even a glutton for punishment. This might be as fun as sticking raw spaghetti into my gums. And then gargling with extra chunky Prego.
My friend and I just signed up for the Pacific Shoreline Half-Marathon. That's right. 13.1 miles of hell (albeit, mostly flat and a good portion along the ocean).
I have never run that far in my life. Not even close, unless you count six miles. Which I don't. This race is in less than four weeks.
I am in panic mode.
The good news is I get a cool tee shirt. And that is something!
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