Ran 8 miles today. My feet hurt. My legs are sore. Have I ever mentioned my running partner is a slave drive? No? Let me do so now…..slllllllllllllllllllllave driver. To the max. After all this running I better look freakin’ hot by the time we go to Hawaii in August.
(In case you didn’t know, I’m training for my first half-marathon in June. Today was my longest run to date. I don’t know how I’m going to survive thirteen. Ay ya ya…)
In other news…tomorrow my RWA chapter has an all day workshop, so I’ll be there most of the day. Should be fun. I love hangin’ with my gals. I really want to go to the Reader’s Luncheon the Rose City Romance Writers are putting on next Saturday, but alas, it’s not going to happen. That’d be two weekends in a row gone for writing stuff. At some point I need to go watch my two older gremlins play baseball.
Just for laughs (or shock, you pick), you should go over and read Gemma Halliday’s post from Friday at Killer Fiction. Oh. My. God. I’m so thankful I’m happily married.
What’s on your agenda for the weekend?