Ain't that some shit

Why is that about a week before every single one of my 1/2 marathons I start to get some kind of sinus infection? Is that really necessary? Aren't I going to feel bad enough after I hobble across the finish line? Do I really need to feel like my eye balls are made of sand paper and about to pop out of my head for the next 5 days?

Also, there are still 34 days until I turn 37. But apparently, Competitor Wireless thinks that is already my age. I went to their site today to sign up some peeps to get texts about my race progress and was not very happy to see a big ol 37 listed as my age. Oh well. I still look good, right?

Anyway, I've got one extra spot if anyone is just dying to find out exactly how slow I run. Keep in mind the race starts at...you know, I don't even know what time it starts but it's probably between 6 and 7am (EST). I wear a little chip on my shoe and I'm timed at the 5k, 10k and 10-mile markers.

As for the title to this post, it's from my new favorite song, by Cee Lo Green, which I'm not going to link here because it's very very inappropriate but it cracks me up and will definitely be in heavy rotation for 13 miles next Sunday.

And because I really hate blog posts without photos, check out this awesome cupcake I had today. Dark chocolate with peanut butter buttercream frosting. It was delicious. My coworker made it.

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