Sooo last weekend I *may* have overindulged just a tad at the Kenny Chesney concert, which caused me to bump into the walls in my house and miss my 5K the next day. I was so bummed. But it was totally my own fault, so yeah. There's no crying in failed running.
(Also, I made up the 3.11 miles later Sunday night... with worse weather... and I got eaten alive by mosquitos. Oh, and I totally wore my bib number while doing so.)
Sunday afternoon, a few hours after the 5K that my bro, bf, cousin, her hubby, and Kari all ran, I get the following text message from my bro:
"I'll admit though I got runners high today."
I was so proud. But not AS proud as the Facebook/text conversation we had last night...
As you may or may not know, I am turning 30 in November. Instead of going to Vegas ON my actual birthday, I decided to postpone the festivities 2 weeks, and run the Vegas half, followed by a trip down to Tucson to see little bro and get another crack at the Tucson half.
So anyway, last night, our friend Staci (a Vegas local) asked if I would for sure be doing the race. I said yep, I already registered. She said that's enough motivation for her to do it as well. Then little bro chimed in and said that if we were both in, then so was he. And then I told him that 2 in 7 days would give him Half Fanatic status. He just may have been convinced. (I did, after all, provide him with a link to Hal Higdon, so he can be "coached" by the best as well.)
Welcome to the dark side, little bro! Muahahahaha