Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the half marathon. When I started running a few years ago, I had in the back of my mind that my greatest running feat would be running a half marathon. Tomorrow, I make that feat mine. I will own 13.1 miles. Well, perhaps not own them, but hopefully occupy them without (a) pulling anything, (b) passing out, or (c) shitting my pants.*

I haven't been very diligent in my updates with respect to training. It's not because I don't have lots to say about it. I am sure that anyone in my life in the past two months have become horribly annoyed with me constantly talking about running. I don't feel bad about "bragging" about what I've done. I see now that running more that five miles at one time is something about which I should take pride. I do. Don't worry about that. I realize that my previous annoyance at people's pride was due to the fact that I was a lazy ass. It's true.

Honestly, my main problem has been something that I thought was entirely too embarrassing to discuss here. Rest assured, that post will happen. I promise.

But today, I just want to let you all know (if you're still out there) that I am doing it tomorrow. I created a running plan. I finished it. Today, I sit here, well-rested, fully-carbed, hydrating my body, and looking forward to crossing that finish line tomorrow.

Honestly? I don't know if I can ever go back to not being this crazy running person. I'm cool with that.

*Sorry to be so crass, but it is a REAL THING. Look it up.