We got a golden ticket.
We got in.
WE GOT IN!!!
DC and I are running the Houston Marathon on January 30th. It’s, like, not a big deal except I’ll prolly qualify for the Olympics or something.
Wait, that’s someone else.
My thoughts, in list format, naturally:
1. Thank you, God! We prayed so much for this. You are so good to us.
2. I better fix this blister issue…
3. Holy crap
4. I get to run a marathon with Kstan! Well, not with her…more like she can finish and then wait 2+ hours for me to finish
5. This will be one crazy birthday party for DC and me. Everyone is invited. Sunday night. After the race, after we eat, after we nap, after we ice bath. You are all invited. Even the strangers. I love strangers…
6. Holy crap
7. More running = more eating. It’s simple math.
8. Uh, I just started running last October. Uh, last October I put “run a 5K, or a 10K or both” on my list. Who knew. If I can do it, anyone can. ANYONE.
9. What am I going to wear? How do you ever decide that? Important things, people.
10. Team C for life.
