So, in the foggy light of 6:30am on Saturday, waking up ON PURPOSE to go walk 6 miles in the chilliness seems like kind of a jackass idea. I wanted the shirt. I already have the shirt. See what I am saying?
We "carb loaded" like big old freaks last night, which means we ate wheat pasta and Prego. We went to bed at 10pm on FRIDAY night, but I didn't fall asleep until midnight because I was stressed I might not be able to sleep and would thusly be too tired and crabby this morning. check.
Oh, and the best of all. Too much information for sure, but I started my period. Nothing says awesome fun like changing a tampon in a porta potty at the state park.
Catch ya in 6.2 miles!
ETA: My goal was to not be last...guess what? I was THIRD (to last). 1 hour 39 minutes. I am about to put IcyHot sleeves on my ankles, drink some water and take a nap, followed by a movie, then beer and wings.
Now that I am finished with it, the whole 10K seems like a fine idea. But man, my 6:30am self was kind of bitchy. First thing I said to Mr. P today, "So, SpeedRacer, who's idea was this anyway?"