102 Days - Dually Titled: "Why do I do this to myself?"

I woke up with a slight fog to me from the evening prior's champagnepocalyse and an acute awareness of the fact that this is my last day off before returning to the office tomorrow.  The initial rush of responsibility hit me like a tidal wave.  At least I had a head start on chasing my own tail for 10 hours straight.

Being that my glasses were becoming a headache generating nuisance, I resigned myself to spending 2 hours trying to locate an optometrist that would be willing to see me either A.) today (preferred) or B.) at some reasonable hour that would permit me to work an uninterrupted day.  Fortunately, I found a place 10 minutes from the house.  Unfortunately, I was so emotionally drained from battling the insurance web site that was absolutely bombarded with traffic (I'm guessing) and their customer service was experiencing 10-15 minute hold times as indicated on the pre-recorded message that promptly disconnected my call after sitting there for 4-7 minutes already.

So, I "back-burnered" some other to-do items and figured I would throw some laundry in.  After I sorted the massive heap of laundry, come to find out there isn't enough soap for even one load.  So, I went for a run.

Apparently I fail at "making lemonade."

2.5 miles into my run I decide it's time to stop pussy footing around and signed up for the Zooma Austin 1/2 Marathon (which is in 102 days, explaining the title of this boring tale :-)) and the Statesman Capitol 10K.  I still haven't found the necessary cojones to sign up for the Skeese Triathlon.  However, I feel them forming.  Bah.

So, it's official.  I'm "in training."

I'm really thoroughly enjoying Rachel Cosgrove's book, "Female Body Breakthrough"  It's my first fitness buy of the year and I'm already planning on breaking her rules.  This is why I can't have nice things.  More on this topic later.  For now, it's nappy time.