Want to know what’s more frightening than a Monday and my face in those glasses? MARATHON TRAINING. AND IT STARTS TOMORROW.
127 days away. Cue: panic.
Half marathons were my distance of choice before Dystonia wrecked havoc in my body, so this is going to be a brand new, totally bonkers experience. But I’m ready to embrace the suck, and I can’t wait to look back on training and know it was all worth it.
My game plan for the next fourth months of training is as follows:
Get new shoes.
Post weekly recaps.
Muck up your insta feed.
Do a giveaway. (STAY TUNED.)
Pre-apologize to R for tears and offed toenails.
Bulk-buy nut butters and trail mix.
Now. Want to see my weekend? It was white girl fab what with brunching, flipping through magazines, and sipping on *$. It was exactly what I needed.
I was so sad when I finished.
Obsessed with these outfits. Why oh why does Florida protest Fall?
I also may or may not have purchased a pair of jelly sandals on Saturday. When I can’t sleep deep into the night my fingers go wild and all of a sudden I have an inbox filled with order confirmation numbers. #facepalm
Starbucks’ cold brew changed my life. It’s sweet and smooth going down; no need to add a thing.
What did your weekend look like? Who’s got marathon wisdom for me?