I got an email the other day about my half marathon. Mostly blah blah blah, you have until the 10th to switch to a 5 miler, blah blah blah. Wait what?! I have options? I can switch it to a 5 miler?! Hmmm, this could be ok. I could totally run 5 miles and not die.
But I signed up for the half.
I told myself I'd run a half marathon.
This is supposed to be for me. To help me feel accomplished.
Poo on you conscious. Poo on you!
I'll see you at the finish line. With bloody stumps for legs, from dragging myself....