There are a mere 4 days until the Music City Half Marathon. 4 days until the whole reason for the insane training we've been doing becomes fruitful. 4 days for the crud in my chest to clear up so I can fully enjoy the event! My cold is not totally cleared up yet, in fact, my chest still feels like someone is sitting on me (and I wish he or she would MOVE). What's even more comical is my voice. I called my father earlier today and he seems to agree with my sweet husband that I sound like a young boy going through puberty. Thanks Pop. According to the old man, it's unlikely I'll be able to jog the half marathon even if I wanted to due to the congestion. He's probably right. Then again, I didn't jog the whole time last year, so who cares?!?! I may end up walking with Andy after all, but you know what that will mean? Next year, I will have to do this crazy event again to prove I can jog more than I walk the course, just to say I did it. Maybe someone will interceed and keep me from such insanity, we'll see.
For the past three days, anytime I have opened my mouth to speak, my own voice has shocked me. It makes me laugh, makes others look at me funny, and has gotten Andy to request various songs which he think will be really funny with this crazy voice of mine. I can't sing anyway, and with my squeaks and squawks, it's even worse. Oh well, it's not so bad as long as laughter is the result. I'm always up for a good laugh, even at my own expense.
All for now. I am hoping the rest of our training buddies are having an amazing week and are getting excited about our big event this weekend!