I know you think you're cool
talking about food all of the time and how much you run.
Eating pizza and drinking beer for dinner
3 days in a row before an 18 mile run?
No sweat because you're tough, right?
Well, if you think I'm going to carry you 26.2 miles
with such a carefree "I can do anything" attitude,
you're mistaken sister.
The 30 year-old body you think
is going to carry you across the finish line in 5 weeks.
Yep, looks like it's time I get my act together.
I've been all loosie-goosie about this marathon,
and today was brutal.
For now though, it's nap time.