What better time to register for a marathon than when you’re still aching from a half marathon?
I did this before I had time to think twice about it — which, if you know me at all is how I do pretty much everything.
I’m also toying with the idea of getting a celebratory tattoo after I run my first marathon. I found this beautiful photograph of the marble statue of Atalanta, the Greek huntress and goddess of running. I think it’d be way cool to get her just like that, on the back of my leg.
Headed out west for a couple days this week to deal with some unpleasantness…you can probably guess. But at least I get to go to Albuquerque, my sanctuary.
(Blog post title: Jane’s Addiction, Then She Did)