I don't have much to blog about. I'm just not pissed off enough. Give me till next week when my PMS will be in full swing. I'm sure I can come up with something then. All I have to report is that I ran the Houston Half Marathon that I never planned on really running back in June when I signed up for Champions Fit. I said I probably wouldn't run any races, I just wanted to run further and longer. I ran the 13.1 miles. I wasn't fast, but I was strong. I was consistent. And when miles 10 and 11 sucked and I started to whine just a little, my running partners reminded me that we had 11 children between the three of us, so suck it up. And I figured, "if I can push three human beings out of my vagina, then I can run 13.1 paltry miles on a beautiful day. And I did. And in my own bizarro world, I kick ass, thank you very much.
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Well I'm glad the thought of pushing three children out of your vjj (is that how you'd spell that?) helped get you through the 1/2. I didn't doubt you for a minute. Running in the races gives you a high like no running with any group can, it's that added little bonus you don't know about until you experience it.
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