I've now committed to running a 10k. What the hell am I thinking? I am not built for running any more than a hippopotamus, but I'm gonna get myself out there and do it. The Pirate (who was a distance runner in high school, but in the interceeding 20 years has succumbed to knee problems) is going to gear up and start training too.
I'm lookin' for support, poeple! Just a little love to keep me going through the 6.2 miles between me and glory. Perhaps not glory, but I'd certainly settle for just not hideously embarrassing myself.