My next race is August 27th. That's nine weeks away. I really don't want to do it. I am dreading it. I am also like, what in the world is wrong with me?! Before The Princess I couldn't wait to get to the gym or the park to run. I craved it. Now I can not get myself out of bed in the mornings. I wake up in time but then I just lie there and I can't make myself get to the closet to get my workout clothes on. I just lie there. And there's only 9 weeks to go. I've thought about bailing on this race but it's in Michigan and I've committed to take my mom up there with us. I also have everyone up there looking forward to seeing me. Ugh. So I really don't have a choice. I really have to train. I really have to. Recess is over, dammit.
