The last time I’ll pin a racing bib to my Summer Of Running Away From Being 50 shirt*

The last half marathon I’ll probably ever run, unless I have a tidal change of heart—and knee pain. Hopefully the last time I’ll compulsively eat like I’m running 20+ miles a week.

4:00 am alarm.

4:30 am bus.

5:30 am gun.

13.1 miles.

LET’S. MAKE. THIS. HAPPEN.

*Plastic “Wishing Star” not included in race. It was a little souvenir given to me for no discernible reason at our Cinderella’s Castle dinner. I put it in this traditional pre-race race-outfit photo to add a literal glimmer of Disney sparkle.

#HowToTurn50

It’s getting cold out

I’d better wear my cozy robe. Of many colors. Many PASTEL colors.

Quads and color coordination

When some douchebag leaves all the weights loaded on the leg press but you realize they're the weights you're going to use anyway so it saves you all the effort of loading them.

Also: When you realize you managed to dress so matchy-matchy that your shirt exactly matches your shoes and your shorts exactly match your soles but fortunately there are only two hot guys in the gym who will be scared away by your adorable outfit (and your towering haven't-showered-yet bouffant) instead of the usual six.