The final stretch - and I've slowed to a crawl
Last week was complete bunk. Humidity is draining - and after three days of sweaty, oily discomfort last week I had had enough. I wasn't made for hot weather (think flushed red face, white girl afro and a trail of sweat following me wherever I go). By Thursday I was almost ready to buy an air conditioner.
I debated the purchase - along with whether or not to go to the group run.
I decided to forgo them both.
I figured, with only one month left until the Beach to Beacon, my opportunities to play hooky were rapidly decreasing. All along I've said, "Sure, I'm not 100% committed, but I don't really have to be until July."
Now it is July. Crap.
Not that I've been completely useless. I do stuff. Like...like...just stuff, okay! Quit harassing me!
But this next month will decide whether I run across that finish line or wave to it from the back of an ambulance.
I know I should say something life changing and positive. Something that will create a bright glowing orb around you giving you complete mental clarity and physical strength a plenty, but alas...sigh... I can only offer these wise wise words....(insert drum roll here) If you were to walk/run to every pub or bar in the city to partake of one frosty tasty beverage, think of how in shape you would be? Think of how much MOTIVATION that would be...lol
Just kidding....use a taxi,it saves time...lol
Posted by
VictoriaJuly 2, 2007 10:23 PM
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