Any male readers, you can just leave now. You don’t want to know.
O.K. then. I am a whiny, cranky wench today. As you might guess, I’m hosting a very special visitor. Yeah, that one. Now, normally, a little chocolate and some potato chips and a day of being cranky and NOT RUNNING, and I’m good to go. I try to just keep my mouth shut so the inner bitch does not come out (Beer Geek will attest that I’m not always successful at that part).
But this month is not the problem. The problem is that my marathon is 30 days away. And I’m a 28-30 day kind of girl. Umm yeah. I knew this was a possibility, but this pretty much seals the deal.
Sigh, some days Oreos really do taste better than being thin feels…