I survived...

I showed up at the 10k yesterday and saw all these super fit, super serious athletes. I was ready to toss in the towel. I picked up my packet, sat in the car, and finally decided my goal was to finish, so I would just give it a shot.

I ran most of the first couple of miles, but after that it was a mix of walking and running. It was so humid that my curls turned into a giant fro. It was cool first thing in the morning but it didn't waste any time becoming hot, hot, hot. In the end I did finish, and my time was better than the worst case scenario that I gave myself. I wasn't last (not even close), although they should have given me a medal for showing up, not falling down when I tripped and for the best hair. Maybe next time.

I would definitely do it again, but I need to be in better shape and I need to remember to take my IPOD so my slightly OCD self won't count. It was a lot of fun though, and I liked the challenge. In the end, that's all that matters. I'll go for the gold next time.

I came home and passed out for two hours while Junior napped. I then took Em to my mom's and dropped her off and we went to get mexican food. Abs was in rare form, but was content packing a PB&J, and she still ate a lot of my mom's chicken fajitas.

The outlaws brought over a Thomas the Tank Engine toddler bed for Junior last night, but I am not ready to move him into it yet. I guess if I knew I had a good home for the crib and the dresser I might be in more of a rush. Plus the thought of another child being in and out of bed at night is just not appealing!

School starts tomorrow. I'm so not ready....