I'm about 15 minutes away from going running. Yep, running. And no, nothing is chasing me. Except for the curly-haired girl scout friend of mine who is training for a 10 mile run.
Why am I running? To encourage her - or at least that's the hope. She may well wind up reviving me from unconsciousness half way through our route, but that's another story for another time. I figure it might do her good to run with someone that's she's scores better than. And that "someone" is yours truly.
So anyways, it's 6:30 in the morning, and I'm lacing up my shoes to go out and run. I think I've lost it. I think the stresses of the recent weeks are finally all piling up and driving me to these insane measures. Wish me luck.
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Note to all I woke up at 8:30 to Kim on the phone fully dressed and lap top going full blast!!! I think the run did her good ;->
kim, i think you are crazy.
I have never claimed not to be crazy. But yes, it was actually kind of fun, in a sick sort of way.
You were awesome! Your partnership in running and the fantabulous cheering definitely helped me come in 1113th place in the 10-miler!
Heather
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