Once upon a time, in a land where it was hotter than
a motherfucker something really hot, there lived a woman who loved the iron.
A twenty year long torrid love affair kind of love.
And yet, on those nights when sleep eluded her, she often pondered the seeming freedom of being a runner.
The yanking on of the shoes and going.
The ability to run anywhere, anytime and without any equipment.
And, on one of those nights where sleep
flipped her the bird simply did not come, the Lady Iron Lover climbed out of bed & signed up for a race.
And, as with all stuffs done late night in a bleary state (nudgenudge winkwink), she promptly forgot about it.
Rather than serve as motivation & a chance to role model for her Little Lady Iron Lover To Be—–SHE FORGOT ABOUT THE ENTIRE THING COMPLETELY.
Until she realized, thanks to an e’minder from race people far more organized than she, there were 58 days left.
And now I look to you, Oh readers wiser than I, to let us all know how this none-too-smart tale should end.
Is there time to train with so few days left? (our Lovely Iron Lady has not run a step but is somewhat in cardio-shape)
Or, even with only the goal of finishing the race, is our none-too-young-Lady setting herself up for injury success?
Possess any tips or blog post-links youd be willing to share?
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