I’ve been going back and forth for days now, trying to figure out what to do about my half marathon (13.1 miles) race planned for Sunday. I called again to double check, and they said you must keep up the 13 minute per mile pace for the
Ladies and a few gentlemen who tolerate my excessive girliness, I’m wiped. Work is kicking my whole size 18 behind. I might have lived it up during my work-cation in Los Angeles, but I quickly learned that they are going to make me earn it. Working for
I went to boot camp class last night. I pretty much limped the whole way through it. I tried to run, but my left knee was killing me, so I just walked during the runs. I was so happy that class wasn’t as hard as I thought it