We are settled in and so far loving San Francisco. We are still missing all our friends and with only working 30 hours a week, I am getting a little bored.
The huz came home one day from work last week and told me that some guys in his office are running a half marathon and asked him if he wanted to join in.
(Huz) “Do you want to run the half as well?”
(me) “uhhhh…let me think about it. I kinda want too, but it is just so darn hilly here…”
(Huz) “Well, there is also a 7 mile race if you would rather?”
the next day…
I was feeling adventurous/daring/crazy/nuts. So when the huz asked again, I said:
(me) “Yah, let’s do it! I want to run the half, not the 7miler!” [what?? why did I say that??]
Well, in April, we are running the Marin Headlands Half Marathon…in the hills…in the headlands.
This is what I get for complaining about boredom. My mom always told me that there is no reason to be bored. I am only bored because I choose to be. I guess I won’t be bored anymore now that I will be running. a lot.
The huz made me a running schedule. Here we go!