It’s here you guys. I can taste it. So much so, that I’m already carb-loading.
Is butter a carb? #meangirls
My first half-marathon. The first time I will run 13.1 miles. Up until about an hour ago, I felt mostly fine. A little anxious. But now, I can feel my stomach turning over & over in anticipation of what will happen in the next few days. In what I’ll feel. In how I’ll react. And how I’ll change as one foot passes the other across the Vegas strip.
For those of you who have followed me this past year and have encouraged, asked questions, even told me I’ve inspired you in some way (which is totally weird and completely flattering) –
Without you, I promise, I would not be here right now – ready to tackle something I never even thought possible.
I did make myself a fancy little shirt to wear for the race – so if you’re on twitter use the hashtag #RunTamRun if you feel like sending me a little support while I’m trucking through Vegas :)
[Seriously, shit happens]
Until next time!