Facts revolving around my upcoming half marathon weekend:
1. My ZOOMA Women’s half marathon is tomorrow. I have not trained adequately for it. My hopes are that the efforts put into the Chicago Half Marathon in September will at least halfway carry over. Or just a smidge.
Sometimes it pays to raid your mom and dad’s house over holidays for all the good stuff.
That’s where I got my old jenga game from middle school, not the wine. I can buy that myself now…
2. I am riding with the lovely Meghan to Wisconsin for said race. We have met once and ran into each other while running on the lakefront once. If I disappear for an extended number of days, you know what happened. SEND HELP.
Just kidding, Meghan. I totally trust you.
But just in case, guys…
3. My parents are meeting up with me in Wisconsin to watch the race and take their first official trip to Wisconsin. I’m going to introduce them to cheese curds the same way I was almost two years ago. With good beer in a bar. This may be disastrous.
I really love that it’s time to break out the dark polish again. Makes me feel so bad ass for no good reason at all.
Even if I’m really awful at giving myself manicures. Points for trying?
You’ll hear more about those later. But feel free to drool. They are delicious. I should know. I had no less than four last night and intend to have one with my second cup of coffee later on.
I have a sugar addiction problem. Send more help.
6. There are no set goals for the race itself. Just to finish. Which is technically a goal, but stop getting so technical on me. This is mostly due to all that hill training I planned to do never happening (shame), the furthest I’ve ran since my last race was 8 miles (shame), and my cold apparently got a second wind and lingered until about two days ago (not my fault).
This is just not going to be “my race”.
But whatever. The weather seems like it’ll pull through, Wisconsin is supposedly quite pretty at this time of year, a lot of great girls are running it, and I get a necklace at the end.
And wine. Lots of wine.
My parents should probably find me at the finish sooner than later.
Did I mention there’s wine?
Where was I?
Oh yeah… so that’s my projected weekend in a nutshell. I hope you all have an equally fun time. Or at least get to drink equal amounts of wine.
Did I mention there’s going to be wine?
Wait… where was I again…?