Training

I started my Saturday morning off at 3:45 am with a large amount of badassery.
Yes. I'm bragging. I'm really proud of myself.
Cheers . . . . . . to walking like a 90 year old for the rest of the weekend and going to bed at 6:00 tonight.
All of this torture just so I can cross running a marathon off my bucket list. I am going to revise my list to more minuscule tasks.

Swearing

I swore I would never marry Damon.

Going on 12 years.

I swore I would never have kids.

Hello my Lovlies.

I swore I would never drive a van.

I love her.

I swore I would never move back to Hawaii.

Best decision EVER.

I sure swear I won't do a lot of things.
Shall I go ahead and swear a little more?
Okay. I will.

I swear I will never go on a Caribbean Cruise with my man and my friends.

I swear I will never run a full marathon.

I swear I will never have an up butt.

Aaaaaaannnnnnnddddd . . . . I solemnly swear I will never be riding around looking super cool in one of these . . . . that I OWN!
Don't worry. I will be wearing a helmet and goggles.