It's the Cowtown!

Hi all,

Well, we (my dear husband and I) have officially decided to do the Cowtown Half Marathon on October 7. Every time I think about how soon that is, my stomach churns. I walked/jogged 8 miles last weekend, which went pretty well (average mile time of 17:15, which for me is good). I was a little sore, but nothing a handful of motrin wouldn't fix. This weekend, we are slated to do 10 miles. And 12 the weekend after that. And then it's race day. Argh. Can't think about that just now!

I've been having a hard time with the idea that my dear husband wants to do this with me. He chose to do this rather late in the game (last weekend), and I felt like he was sort of trying to show me up, as if he could do with three weeks of training what takes me months to prepare for. Well, I'm mostly over it, and I hope that we are able to complete our run this weekend well. I had a minor crisis when I could not find my iPod shuffle last weekend (I listened to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on my Creative mp3 player instead, which was not so bad), but it turned up in a shirt pocket and all is right with the world. Harry Potter is great, but sometimes a person needs some music that will get you moving. I think I have the world's weirdest collection of music on my iPod (Metallica! No Doubt! Will Smith! Coolio! New Order! all right next to Grandmaster Flash, Blondie, Steven Curtis Chapman and Point of Grace!), but hey, if it helps me keep going, it's worth a little musical schizophrenia.

I just know I'm going to cry once I get to the finish line again. I already heard from one dear friend and training partner to tell me that she's going to be at the finish line to cheer me on! It means so much. I keep saying that, but it really does! Thanks...thanks...and again, thanks!