It's 5:49 a.m. and I'm off to swim.
And since this is a running blog, here's yesterday's stats: 5 miles in 54(ish) minutes.
Last night at bell-ringing practice I discovered our group is slotted to play on Dec. 9. Too bad I'll be running a half-marathon that day with my good friends Susie and David. Am I the only one who consistently double-books myself??
I'm tired and grouchy. And I can't swim 1,000 yards. It's simply not possible. What was I thinking???
NaBloPoMo, you suck.
UPDATE, 6:30 a.m. Of course, my goggles broke the minute I set foot in the water. After all, I had used them a total of FOUR times, so I guess they were due. I debated—what to do? Breast stroke? Surely not for 1,000 yards. I bit the bullet and did the crawl, eyes wide open. I know look like I spent the night sobbing. If my day continues to be this fun, I might just keep updating!