Yes, I’m still here. And no, I’m not here:
The problem that I’m having is that there is only one of me. It’s a big problem, and I assure you, I’m working on it.
I used to blog at night after the kids went to bed, or in the early morning before the kids woke up. But back in the fall, I started some intense training with my running, which involved waking up at 4:30 a.m. to go to the gym, which basically means that by
10:00 9:00 8:00 oh, who are we kidding, 3:00 p.m. I’m a zombie. And I know zombies are trendy these days, but it doesn’t really help me blog more often.
Tomorrow me, my brother, my sister, and 29,997 other people will be running in the 10-mile Broad Street Run in Philadelphia.
10. freaking. miles.
This is going to be us:
Or maybe we’ll channel Forrest Gump:
This is what I’ll be imagining (in my delirium, probably around mile 7):
this, around mile 9:
So telepathically send us some encouragement tomorrow morning. I’ll let you know how it went. After they scrape me up off the road (hopefully after the finish line).