Holy shiz, I can't believe OKC is only eight weeks away. Which means it's been almost a year since I ran my first and only marathon. THAT marathon.... that thing that totally kicked my ass and beat me to a pulp? Yeah, that one. Just needed to throw that out there.
This past week was my 'rest' week for training. And did I EVER take it very seriously. My sad little hip has been angry with me, so I decided to give it a rest and only ran twice and went to yoga once. LAME. But seeing how it WAS my birthday week... yes, WEEK, I went ahead and decided to not feeling guilty about any of it and sure did eat a brownie for breakfast on Saturday just to be defiant about it all. So take that week nine of training.
Today though, I am getting back on the training wagon like a good little runner. I'll be hitting the gym and the streets like a mad woman trying to make up for my uselessness last week. IT. IS. ON. I'm determined to make sure OKC doesn't kick my ass yet again, even if I am just running the half. We'll see how that turns out. Today, I'm not hopeful. But it's Monday, and it's cold and I haven't had nearly enough Milano's to determine my opinion on all of the above. So I should just shut up and eat. On that note, I have some Milano's to consume.
But not before I mention that I've decided I'm ready for spring, and the Edder has been making fun of me for the past week because I assume the best way to will spring into coming, is to dress appropriately. Apparently that isn't doing the trick since it was still 32 degrees this morning. But in keeping with my defiant attitude for the past week, I sure am still dressing like it's spring. Take THAT winter.
Happy Monday Interweb.