You go to wipe your nose with the collar of your shirt when you are out and about because you do it so often running that you forget that it’s not socially accepted by the general public.
One of my earliest road races, if not my first, was September 8, 2012. I have no idea what that race was, or what the distance was, but I know I did it because I kept the bib and scribbled my finishing time on it – 45:50.79. I’m guessing it was a 5K, and I probably didn’t train for it.
I know I’ve mentioned it at least once, if not multiple times by now… things hurt. All over.
Global Sports Bra Squad day is tomorrow, June 24th.
I discovered track workouts… and I love them. I was super intimidated at first, because I felt like it would be obvious that I had no idea what I was doing. But, like with any other thing I do where I get worried about what people will think, I realized that no one at a track is going to A) know that I’m up to, or B) give a crap.
An awful lot has happened since Princess Half Marathon back in February… let’s take a short trip down memory lane.