In true “Jogger Girl” fashion, I’m kind of prepared and kind of not. Kind of well-put-together, kind of ‘toilet-paper-on-the-shoe’. Yep, that’s me.
Only 13 days to go, and your girl is feeling pretty badass.
I’ll do whatever it takes to drag my a$$ to the gym, even if involves flexing and photo shoots.
I loved 2009, but not as much as I’m going to love 2010!
Always livin’ on the edge.
Where I’m at. Right now. Head, shoulders, gimpy knees and toes.
Reality is setting in. TWENTY SIX miles? Really?
I hate chapped lips. Help!
The Jogger can still jog. Life is still beautiful!
I think you know the rest.
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