In the beginning, I lost my mind (which was a necessary first step). Then came my dignity (as I huffed around town in capris and socks with my iPod slapping very attractively against my flopping stomach). Next up were my ankle and subsequently my knee (see earlier post). The most recent casualties were my hip, my groin, and for good measure, my toenail:
My initial goal was to cross the finish line and my stretch goal was to run the whole thing. Now I’m thinking if I make it to Thanksgiving without a transfusion or the loss of a limb I’ll be doing pretty dang well…