Just to clarify, it's time that's moving too fast. I'm still plodding along at my very slow pace. According to my countdown clock to the right (which would never lie), there are only 100 days until this alleged marathon.
I decided enough already with the blog post titles about it being cold outside. It's really not that bad when one dresses appropriately. It would never be my choice, mind you, but the (Atlanta) cold alone is no excuse not to get outside and run. This is a note to my future self when I promptly forget this lesson next fall and start whining. It was 20 degrees this morning, and it really was okay.
Or, as my (marathoner/triathlete) friend Renee wisely said in a similar context: "Put on your big-girl panties and deal with it." Sometimes girlfriends only tell you what you want to hear. It's refreshing to have one who doesn't.
[Edit: Okay, I guess it's really 101 days, or 100 days and 23 hours. Still.]
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