The chronicles of an out of shape (and obviously deranged) romance writer who got the insane idea to run a marathon.
Monday, July 29, 2013
A New Low
Just when I think I can't possibly get any worse, I hit a new low. I staggered around the block in five-yard increments this morning, stopping frequently to catch my breath. I felt so weak and tired at one point that I feared I would collapse. In fact, I was so slow that even the rabbits didn't bother to move out of my path! This has to get better, right?