A little bit of this and a little bit of that.
Y'get to point where you say to yourself, "Self, do I go grocery shopping or run or blog or work?"
Tough decision given that without groceries, the family gives me thatover the glasses look.
Without running, then I have ONE GIGANTIC MARATHON FAIL in January.
Not that I haven't failed before. In fact, I do THAT quite well.
Let's be honest, without a paycheck really none of this could be possible. Fine, I could still run, but I wouldn't look nearly so damn CUTE.
That leaves me with a.) Ignoring the kids and Blog b.) NOT ignoring the kids and NOT blogging.
could I flip a coin on that one?
Nevermind--WHERE shall I start?
How 'bout here:
I GOT MY ASS HANDED TO ME AT THE TURKEY TROT.
Yep, that's how it was.
First the 16 year old beat me.
Then, the pilgrims beat me.
I did HOWEVER finish before the Turkey.
That's a positive, right?
I'd loved to make up some excuse about the "altitude" or the "horrible hills" or that "it was just a training run".
But they'd all be lies. I live here. altitude = non-issue. Hills? Umm, not.so.much. Training?
I TRAINED MY FREAKING BUTT OFF TO BEAT THAT PUNK.
I TRAINED MY FREAKING BUTT OFF TO BEAT THAT PUNK.
I even tried to tie his shoelaces together (you didn't hear that from me).
I tried to hide his timing chip. (No, really, I did).
WHAT MORE DO I HAVE TO DO????
I'm 43. He's 16.
No fears, my dear friends. I have a plan. Everyone knows the body peaks at around 25.
I will simply play the waiting game. I'm a patient person.
Yessirreee. I will keep training. Knowing that in 10 years, when I am 53 and he is 26. I WILL BEAT HIM as his cardio vascular performance begins to suffer. (Because, let's be honest: How many of YOU were running when you were 25? not many.)
In 10 years, It's SO ON!
