In January, I posted a list of dumb, random things I wanted to do this year.
Here it is November, and I'll be honest: most of them just aren't gonna happen. (Europe funds, for example, got spent on a cross-country move, a new home, and neurologist bills. And the triathlon? Same excuse—packing, moving, and hospital visits kind of occupied tri season. Oh, and anyone got a souffle pan I could borrow?)
But I *finally* checked a second item off my list: I ran a half marathon today!
I didn't break any records, but I did survive all 13.1 miles—including the last five in torrential downpours—with enough energy left to chase Riley around all afternoon. Records schmecords. That alone is sweet success!