I officially had to let go of the Taurus yesterday, btws.
I actually whimpered as the tow truck driver, an actually ridiculously nice man, of Ochoa towing, pulled out from behind the transmission building with my poor car on the back. I had to go in and retrieve my Barry Manilow tickets from the glove box. And then I said good bye to the car that took me through high school and beyond. RIP Taurus. You served us so exceptionally well.
Okay, so to commemorate 100 posts, I have to make public the ridiculous thing that’s been floating around in my head for three years. Almost three years ago, during my first stint working as a Zumba instructor at camp in PA (more on that in the future, but camp is amazing), I was enthralled by Lindsay Birchfield’s blue jacket. I didn’t know anything about running, about races, about what I was capable of. The blue jacket was actually a jacket from the Boston Marathon, and I decided then and there, that I would run that race so I could wear that jacket.
My first marathon was slow. But now that I have my first taste, I want to work a little, no, a lot, harder and qualify for that race. So what I have to shave over an hour off my marathon time (eek!). Stranger things have happened right? So today, I’ll say this. I’ve done one marathon. I’m planning one more in the fall, I’ll train a little harder, and get a baseline for where I am. Once I do that? We need to get this Boston ball rolling! Who’s in?