Well, enough of that nagging....Hi everyone! Went on a wonderful trip to WDW, even participated in the EEC while I was there. It's been a long road back to reality so I've just been lurking lately, but I've loved reading about everyone's progress.
And welcome to the new Princesses! All of you are inspiring me to keep plugging away, even though our temps here in TN will be in the high 90s this week.

So glad the PHM will be in February and not any later in the year.
I've come to a crucial decision in my training -- I am breaking up with running. Citing irreconcible differences [irreconcible to my chocolate and bacon-loving figure], we are parting ways. Not that I was the only problem in our relationship....I mean, it's one thing to take my breath away in a first meeting but every single ding-dang time??? Diamonds might be the best friend for most girls but this one prefers oxygen. And we never really looked that great together...me all red-faced and gasping with running elluding me at every turn. It was as if I embarrassed running with all of my attempts to be that perfect partner.
Sure, I got a cute wardrobe out of it all - at least as cute as my doughnut-shaped behind can be in knee-length compression shorts. And it's not as if running will be lonely, with all of the other princesses with whom running has been spending time. I'm not even jealous that these princesses look much more adorable with running, that they both seem to have much more fun together, that the princesses can still breathe when they're together. Not, I'm not at all jealous, not even a teensy-weensy little bit, nada, nope, no way Jose. Not me, not bitter ... at ... all .....
I've rediscovered a new love, one that I had partially cast aside in that brief honeymoon with running. My new love is walking - you know, that friend who has always been there for you and with you, never letting you down, never tripping you, never making you wheeze, never causing your neighbors to wonder if they should call 911 on your behalf. Walking must have known that my time with running would be brief and has only sent a couple of 'I told you sos' in my direction, in the form of a skinned knee and aching shin. Sure, walking is spending time with other princesses much cuter than I, but hey, all's fair in love and half-marathons. As long as walking keeps me from getting swept at the PHM, we will truly live happily ever after.
We'll see what happens!