Sunday is race day.
I’ve done a bit of running.
I’ve done no strength training.
I don’t feel prepared – and these photos frighten me:
That’s hubby climbing the cargo netting last year.
He’s young and fit.
I’m forty and flabulous.
But we have our shirts!
If I’m going to flub this race, I’m going to go down looking good and laughing!
… or faking a groin pull in the first obstacle and cheering from the sidelines.
Wish us luck!
Go team WTF?!