Tony Horton cracks me up. He's a big fan of breathing. Do this stretching DVD if you get a chance; you'll see what I mean.
Lunch today was a ham and egg mess on top of a whole wheat english muffin:
Plus some unpictured dates for dessert. I'm also currently snacking on this yogurt as I type this blog:
Eric and I are heading up to Mt. Pleasant in a couple hours to crash at Melissa's for the night before tomorrow morning's race. Thank you Michigan weather for forcing me to pack 80 bajillion articles of clothing to layer myself up with. Then again, I guess the name of the race is the Snowman's 5K/10K/Half Marathon.
Bring on the snow. That's right, bring it.
Time to go put together a rockin' playlist to get me through 3.1 miles of
hell running. Eric says if I don't fnish in under 35 minutes then he'll consider it a personal failure on his part and that means he probably isn't pushing me hard enough at the gym. So basically, I have to finish in 35 minutes or I'll be regretting it for the next two months. Wish me luck.