I'm racing my second 5k of the season today at 5:45 (ish).
"But Margaret!" I hear you say, "Why in God's name are you running a 5k?"
"Because I am on my school's track team!" I reply happily, bouncing up and down in my seat as I do so, sending my glasses crashing to the floor with my enthusiasm.
See, I can write a novel about my life.
So I feel like I'm in shape, not as good of shape as I was in during the cross country season, but good enough to run fast enough.
17:20 is my ultimate goal for the season.
17:30 - 17:45 is my goal for today.
So I'm at my apartment slinging back the waters like an alcoholic without the booze and mentally preparing for the best 12.5 laps of my life! (see that positive energy right there?!) And now I must nap and dream about what I'm having for lunch.
"Ta ta!" I cry and take my glasses off, setting them neatly on the the RocknRolla DVD case and closing my laptop with a quiet snap. Then I unceremoniously pass out into a deep and peaceful 60 minute nap. (My novel writing skills amaze me.)
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