Well, I am officially off the smack-talking list. I ran the 10-miler.
I've been intending to run this biggest race in Michigan for 4 years now, and finally acquired the guts and took the time to train to actually do it. Each year, as I have passed up the opportunity for various reasons (some were better than others, like conveniently being 5 months pregnant in 2009), I have felt disappointed and have said, "next year I'm running the 10 mile..."
Only, I didn't. And I didn't. And I didn't. But this time I did. And gosh darn-it, I'm proud of myself!
(And, of course, I'm proud of my handsome hubby who offered to run with me, without training at all. How do these guys do that?!)
