Like a dumbass, I went thru with that plan to become a freaking alien running person.
Monday morning, 6:30am, I'm up searching frantically for my 12 year old tennis shoes, I was sure we moved them to this house. Grabbed for my morning Mtn Dew but figured alien runners would frown upon that so I filled up a bottle of water - gag!
6:45am, Skinny Bitch and I head out. Various gossip and chit chat ensues. For about 5 minutes. At about that point the conversation became somewhat one sided because I couldn't breathe anymore. Oh God, don't let on that you can't breathe, Amanda, it's been like 6 minutes, she's your neighbor, you can't hide in shame after this!
198 minutes and 16 miles later we were done. Okay, it was only 2.2 miles, same difference. Somehow I survived. Might have had a little trouble staying up on my legs while making muffins for the the boys - No need to bow down to me, it was a mix. By that afternoon blisters the size of my HEAD had developed on both of my pinkie toes.
Tuesday I was going to go again because my pride is just enough to let me kill myself but thank God Skinny Bitch nixed it. If I live through Wednesday, you'll hear from me again.