Supposedly, I am going to be running 18K with Dave tomorrow (and Mark if his legs are feeling better). This means one of two things: either I am insane or Dave is trying to kill me. Or both. I can already feel the burn... wish me luck.
In other news, hubby and I have decided to join a gym (again) for the Fall/Winter. We may have legs of steel from all this running, but we're both feeling pretty 'squishy' on our upper halves. I need to tone up my arms, back and shoulders again. Plus, we won't be able to run outdoors much come winter and we really want to stay in shape. We're looking in to gyms around our home and plan to join immediately after the marathon... so hopefully we'll find one with a whirlpool that we can soak in for the entrie week after the race. :)
Struggling through track…
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