After being out late Friday, I made myself get up at 5:45 a.m. and get ready to run.
When I got close to the event I noticed clouds...then lightning. How depressing. I figured I should go and see what the status was when the race began. We still had time. Maybe things would turn around.
After I picked up my registration packet, and my first EVER race bib, I called my running buddy Tony. He hadn't finished getting ready to leave the house. He felt awful. He would have to murder me for waking him up at this hour on a Saturday. He really hit me with his best guilt trip speech to date. It should be no surprise to anyone who has had a friend longer than ten years that I didn't feel guilty. At all.
Then they canceled the race. :( I'm glad, because it isn't exactly safe to run in a lightning storm. But I'm also a little sad. It would've been a major milestone, and I was actually looking forward to it.
The two of us with our (sadly) unused bibs.
I made Tony come anyway. Because, well, I have best friend privileges. And if you make me listen to your guilt tripping, I will find an equal torture for you to endure. Like having to wake up and eat breakfast with your best friend when you really just want to go back to bed. He stopped hating me after his nap that day, which is about as long as we can make it as far as staying mad at each other goes.
Not much else to report. Things are moving along. I am not losing weight right now, instead my body has decided to get caught in a rut. That's ok. It happens. I'm just trying to focus on cementing my new habits and enjoying the ride.
Here's to a new week! And hope for a race that isn't canceled.
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