work is crazy. I've got a cold. I haven't run since Saturday. Bleargh.
kinda glad I haven't actually paid for White Rock yet, 'cause I'm not sure I'm ready for a half. Haven't done more than 8 miles yet and it's less than a month away. Sigh.
I haven't given up on it, I'm just not sure how I'm going to pull it out and not have a miserable day. Argh.
Good news? I bought a scale with my birthday gift card (whee! HB to me...) and it shows I'm down three pounds from the end of the summer when I had my girl-parts adjusted. Hey, I take the good news wherever I can get it.