Crazylegs is right around the corner. Brent registered long ago, I have been putting it off. I can run 1 mile on the treadmill and at the end I can’t breathe, I can’t speak, I want to die. How the hell am I going to run 8k? On the treadmill, Brent has been running 3 miles. Yesterday, we decided (I forced him) to go on our first run outside…together. I was certain I would make it to the park at the end of the street and have to stop and walk. I was also certain my 5’3″ body was not going to keep stride with my 6’4″ boy-toy. In a total and utterly shocking turn of events….I ran 3 miles…we kept the same pace without a problem…I did not stop….I barely broke a sweat….I didn’t feel like dying….I COULD HAVE KEPT GOING! Take that you stupid fucking scale, which by the way at last check 145.8. I hate that fucking scale!
Registration for Crazylegs is now complete! I’m gonna make Bascom Hill my bitch!
