This Sunday I am running my first half-marathon.

I am terrified.

The weather is supposed to be absolute shit: rain rain rain, wind, and cold. I don’t know how, since it’s fucking 27 degrees out today and humid enough to stick your boob to your armpit. 

My point is, when my race time sucks the cancer balls on my chin, I will have an excuse, but I’m not happy about it.

But I am super pumped to run it!