So Sunday marks my third half marathon and I'm dreading it. Running 13.1 miles isn't natural, it isn't normal, it isn't even particularly fun. Why do I continue to do this to myself?
I love the ending feeling.
I love doing something I never thought I could do. I love training (or laying around) all year.
I don't think I'll do another half, I think three is my limit, but I've said this before.
Now I will be building my ultimate playlist, making sure I have my hair ties, and kicking my own ass.
Will someone please make sure there is a 30 pack of beer and some Five Guys in my fridge when I get home? Oh an I don't plan on moving until Tuesday, so I hope everyone has a nice weekend.