The official Start

I think Saturday was the official start of the training. I ran six miles with Ian and nothing about it felt good until I was finished. When I was finished it felt glorious, but every step to that point was painful. I think I pulled a muscle in my leg so I did not work out the rest of the weekend.

I was able to attend spring break this weekend. North Ave. beach has a restaurant where on a Saturday afternoon you can sit and catch what appears to be a party crew from Cancun. It is filled with people who did not catch that they are now 45 and have three kids, and your pierced belly button does not accent those stretch marks. It was pretty funny until I realized the person I was having dinner with was dancing in her chair and singing along to beyonce.