A friend from one of my many running clubs somehow tricked me in to thinking that joining her for an early morning run was a good idea.

As some of you may know, mornings are NOT my thing.

I'd love to be one of those people who can be all "Oh, I work out in the morning before my brain knows what's happening!" Not to imply that my brain is smarter than yours, but there is no fooling my brain.  It knows EXACTLY what it happening.  And it wants NO PART of it.

This is me early in the mornings and to prove my point, I tried to keep a running itinerary of thoughts that go through my head during the process.  So below, I present to you the random wanderings of my mind as I got up for a 5:00 AM run...

AND....  GO!

Also known as "That time Rory dragged me through my fastest 6k yet and managed to win her very first race medal."

I'm a pretty proud momma. 

Like so many people, I can't help but think back to where I was 13 years ago today. 

While my friends were all at school, having started their day just like every other, I was at home, on the couch.  The night before, I'd been taking some extra gymnastics lessons at school for cheerleading.  I'd thrown my first backhandspring and when prompted by my coach throw a second one, it had all gone wrong.  I psyched myself out and managed to break both my radius and my ulna.  My mom had picked me up from school and driven me to the emergency room, where a doctor painfully set the bones and casted my arm.  I was sent home sometime in the early hours of September 11, 2001, in a lot of pain and with a lot of good drugs to take off the edge.

I had the opportunity to write another guest review on Obstacle Racing Media about my experience running The Firebreather Challenge a couple weeks ago! 

Head over there and check it out!

I even got my little blurb!  (Yes, Practically famous now...)

Have you ever gone to a race, intending to do one event but ended up doing two?

No?  Riiight...  See because only crazy people do that.