You know how I was like, “I’m not going to run Chicago because I’ll just end up killing myself” and I came to the realization that I can’t run multiple marathons and not feel like the walking dead?
So that’s why I signed up for the Big Sur Marathon in April because my bitching about running up Massachusetts Ave means I should totally go for a really hilly marathon course instead of just a half mile climb on a 4 mile run. This is the stuff that good life choices are made of! Why did I do this… I don’t know, I think I just have some problems. It was a lottery, I did it on a whim, and I’ve had a postcard from their race on my fridge for a year now so it’s always been one that I want to do. I guess I should really stop bitching about running hills now, huh? In fact, I should probably get cracking on running a lot more hills.