in my pre-husband life (before he taught me the joy that it is to sleep in, and snuggle with the warm blankets in the morning) I used to run... Kind of a lot...
Lest any of you be confused, let me clarify something for you. To run, even to like to run, should not be confused with being good at running, nor fast.
But the sleeping in got the better of me, and let's be honest, for almost 2 years, I did little running. I do believe I kept waiting for the day the husband would want to come with (as he periodically would due to sudden surge of sweetness, or sudden purge of over-eating...) but that left me running possibly 1-2 times a month.
This new year, I decided husband or not, I was going to make one of those lofty resolutions and run again.. for myself.

1/2 a resolution done.. CHECK
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just because I was thinking and laughing about this halfway through my race today, here's a bonus picture dedicated to Kat and Meesh.

Remember when we ran this? (
mental note- I never need to run another marathon again- half is good enough for me) Remember how we all got fatty because we were a little too willing to try out the "carbo load" training method?