I survived the race. It was fun. It was challenging. I don't know if I'll ever do another half-marathon, but I'm happy to have completed one at least once.
Oh. Oh, ho ho. You didn't think I was going to leave it at that, did you? I am physically and mentally incapable (read: just don't want to) of writing ten words when I could write a thousand. The other day part of my Bible study homework read, "Read Whatever 7:77. Write one word to describe this verse," and I was like, "I had no idea you hated me, Beth Moore. GOOD TO KNOW."
I do have a long, overly wordy and detailed recap swirling around my brain, but I also have two sick kids in my house, one of whom has been sick for nigh on three weeks now, so my time for things like blogging has been more limited than usual. (My mental mantra for the past few sickly weeks during naptime, when I usually get me-stuff done but now have a high-maintenance sick daughter constantly at my side: "I GUESS I JUST DON'T GET TO DO ANYTHING I LIKE ANYMORE.") I'm going to try, try, and try some more to brain-vomit it all out onto the laptop tonight and tomorrow, hoping it just, I don't know, organizes itself into sentences with real live punctuation, preferably in English.
See you tomorrow. Good luck making sense of whatever makes its way on here.