Sometimes, when you sign up to do something, it seems like the greatest, smartest thing you could possibly do.
Then when it comes to the follow through, you realize your folly-filled thinking. Well, I was signed up for the half, but going to try to bust out a quarter marathon anyway...on a broken toe (hope they don't have to remove it)...up 25 pounds from my last one...bloated and out-of-shape from all of life's amazing, middle-aged stressors.
*shrugs
When I die, at least they've say, "She's got spunk!"
That, or "What an idiot!"
Potayto. Potahto.
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