Two Halves Make a Whole, Right?

I did it.
I did the thing I swore I wouldn’t do.
I signed up for a second half marathon.
I know. I KNOW. You all told me that I would be addicted. You told me I wouldn’t be able to run just one.
You told me that I’d forget how much it hurt at mile 9 and the next day I’d be wondering when the next one was.
You told me my first wouldn’t be my last.
I didn’t believe you.
But my bank account believes you because I just signed up for the Wine & Dine Half at Disney in November.
It just *happens* to be the weekend we were planning to take Henry for his birthday. COINCIDENCE? I think not…
So here’s to it… to two halves making a whole, to a summer of running, and to another medal for my collection.
Oh, and there’s liquor at the end, so how bad can it be?