Then I started thinking, “Why not?”
On Saturday night, we’ll be staying at my parents place in
My kind, supportive family has agreed to help out. My kids and their grandparents will meet me at the half-way point with water refills. And I’m hoping I might be able to talk my sister into biking part of the route with me, just to keep me company. The Runner I Married will join the water station crew after squeezing in his run.
My only worry about this whole endeavour (other than the bit where I run 20 miles) is how I’ll feel for the rest of the day. I am wearing a pair of grey patent-leather gladiator-style sandals with a higher-than-usual heel to the wedding. I *heart* these shoes. They are so sexy, which is not – don’t be shocked – my usual look. The heels are about 3 inches and it will probably kill me to wear them. But I will leave a damned-fine looking corpse.