Monday, October 4, 2010
John: That doesn't surprise me. I kind of thought you would do that.
Me, 4 miles into my half marathon: I wonder what my chances are of getting into the New York City Marathon.
Me, 3 miles from the end of my half marathon: What was I thinking running so fast at the beginning? How could I forget my orange Gatorade at home? Why did my watch stop working at mile 6? GAAAH!
Me, 12 miles in: I cannot move another inch.
Me, 30 minutes after my race: Where is my car?
Me, 30 minutes later: Okay, seriously, where is my car?
Me, 5 minutes later: Ohmygod, I've never been to happy to you, little Volvo.
Me, this morning: Do I have to get out of bed? Ouch.