The Traveling Kind

T MINUS 3 DAYS! Holy Moses y'all. It's here. I can't believe it! I'm so excited...and nervous! But mainly excited. But also still nervous.  BUT MAINLY EXCITED! SO FREAKIN' EXCITED! Ryan and I will be heading down a day early so that we don't have to wake up so early on race day. Riverside is a little over an hour away and the race starts at 8 so that wouldn't make for a fun morning otherwise.  I really can't believe it's happening. I know it's not some huge life event like buying a house or having a kid, but if/when (don't wanna jinx anything) I finish on Saturday, it will be for me. I've got my outfit all picked out and mostly packed. Got my little 13.1 charm that Ryan bought me all tied into my shoe laces and my 13.1 sticker ready to be placed on the car just as soon as I cross the finish line. What?! I said I was excited. On the other hand I'm so dang nervous. I've worked so hard for this and I'm so scared some...

They say that riding a bike is something you never forget. Once you learn how, you're good to go. Today, I call BS on that. In my defense I've never biked in the city and the seat needed to be adjusted down a few inches but still, I almost died and took a innocent lady down with me! If all I had to do was keep going I'd be good to go.  But when you bike in town there's lots of stopping. And when the bike seat's too high bad things happen when I have to stop. And that's when as I started to go at a cross walk I couldn't get going and there we just too many people. So in order to not hit the lady in the pencil skirt and killer nude wedges I basically fell off my bike and everybody laughed at me. Meanwhile Ryan rides off into the sunset and never knew what happened until I caught up. Me. At every. single. stoplight. I think the worst part about all of it is I was laughing at myself to keep from crying all the while never saying I'm sorry to girl ...

Well folks.  My health took a turn for the worse after my last post. My sinus infection nastiness made its way into my chest and lived there for a week and half!  Not cool.  Then Ryan caught a little bit of it. Ha! So, I guess really not that many things have happened.  Ryan and I laid around the apartment until I had to go to work and then I worked...and worked...and worked...and ate my weight in candy, cookies, and other sweets.  Thanks Halloween.  Can I just say to all you parents out there, if you don't want your kid to have tons of candy cut 'em off a couple houses short!  Don't bring all that extra candy to work for the poor souls who have no self discipline and will power issues. Geez. That's just not nice. Really, who can say no to that?! Before all the sugary yummy nastiness made its way into my mouth hole I slouch-ran my way down 6 miles again.  Naturally, I can never keep moving forward when it comes to anything fitness goal r...