A while ago, my sister in law convinced me to run Grandma's Half Marathon in Duluth in June. For some reason I agreed. Never mind the fact that I had not run since July of last year. I've been somewhat busy with vacation (I know, it's hard to busy in Mexico) and class. I've been trying to keep up working out, but have not been running.
So, I officially started my training this week. Sunday I was able to eke out one mile before practially passing out. Very depressing. Today I actually jogged 3.5 miles, and I felt great. I can already feel it in my hips, so I will be doing some extra stretching.
Stacy (SIN) and her friend Laura are running the race with me. Laura is our trainer, and Stacy has warned me that she turns into Jillian from The Biggest Loser when she runs. We're supposed to go 4 miles on Sunday. We'll see if I make it!
If I can actually finish this race it will be a miracle! It is two months away and I am already nervous that I won't have enough training in.
Until I was in my accounting class this week and my professor totally farted in class. Now, I know, it happens to everyone. My poor prof...he handled it beautifully, and didn't skip a beat. Me on the other hand, went into a giggle fit. Like a five year old. I couldn't even look at my friend sitting next to me without busting out laughing.
I know I have some friends out there that will feel my pain. My Mexico gals will appreciate this!
Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?
I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't like me (please note the heavy sarcasm). I think I am a perfectionist and need to have things done my way. I usually have no problem telling someone that I think they are wrong. I'm sure they don't really like it when I do that.
on I thought I was a mature adult...