I'm raisin', the stakes, dude. Twice this week. Two days. In. A. Row. For half of my work week, I've gotten up with my alarm, and I've done something. Maybe it wasn't all I had in mind that I wanted to accomplish, but it was something. A start.
So, even though Mr. Man has officially lost interest in the bets we placed, I have not. So. The plan is this: keep it up for just two more days, and I'll reward myself with a treat drink at Starbucks (only because I can't think of a better "treat").
I would like to conclude this post with my toe. That got this way immediately after my half marathon. More than a month and a half ago.
So, out of curiosity, how long does this take to go away? It can't be like this forever, right?
Second question: why does this happen? And (this should be obvious) if this is what happens for a half marathon, who thinks I'm up for a full?
So, even though Mr. Man has officially lost interest in the bets we placed, I have not. So. The plan is this: keep it up for just two more days, and I'll reward myself with a treat drink at Starbucks (only because I can't think of a better "treat").
I would like to conclude this post with my toe. That got this way immediately after my half marathon. More than a month and a half ago.
So, out of curiosity, how long does this take to go away? It can't be like this forever, right?
Second question: why does this happen? And (this should be obvious) if this is what happens for a half marathon, who thinks I'm up for a full?
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