Argh! A friend just posted "51 days" on my facebook. That is 51 days until the Nike Women's Marathon. 51 days until my first marathon. 51 days until I will be out there joining all the other 20,000 crazies running a ridiculous amount of miles.
I want to throw up just thinking about it.
In other news, it sucks major ass being poor. We are super-duper poor right now, and to cut some costs, my husband is going to cancel our gym membership. When he told me this last night over the phone, I started crying. Yes, I know. I am a big baby. But the gym is my me time. Unlike tons of other folks, I actually go to the gym. And I go pretty frequently, 3 to 6 times a week. And not just to use the treadmill, but I use a lot of their weights machines and dumbbells and barbells and ellipitical machines and bikes.
We talked about it some more this evening, and I started crying again. I don't know. It is what it is, and if we can't afford it, we can't afford it. We pretty much have everything I need at home, and I can modify a lot of the exercises to make do with the things we don't have.
My main concern is that I will go bat-shit crazy at home.
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