I got first and last place with the time of 61 minutes 53 seconds. And I almost threw up, but didn’t because there was nothing for my stomach to rid itself of.
If I had spilled my guts right there next to my mailbox that would have been ok. Getting 6.2 miles done in a respectable time for the day was way more worth it over walking the last mile or even sleeping in. The bed tried to tell me that it was, in fact, more worthy of my attention. And I wanted to believe it, I really did. I even snoozed one time. But I couldn’t stay there too long- I couldn’t give up my birthright. Let me explain: Continue reading