Oops.

We have an intranet site at work. It's useful for work things, or so I'm told. But there's also a tab for people to put up personal announcements and sell things and such. Once there was a lady selling bras on there. I don't think they were used. She listed her actual size - 42DDD. Today there was a post about our company offering to pay registration fees for anyone wanting to run in the Annual Sunburst Race. I like to distract my coworkers occasionally by reading what's on my screen like they were inside my head and have been following my train of thought all along. So today, when the post when up about the Sunburst, I made a little mistake. Without thinking, I suggested to Jenn, my pseudo assistant, that we run the race together this year. She started to give it some thought. And then I started to give it some serious thought. And her thoughts and mine gained some momentum together. Generally, that is not a good thing at all. At all. In fact, the last time that happened, I was driving home from Saturday dinner at 9am on a Sunday without being able to see (long story - the short version is I'm allergic to cats and West Virginian moonshine tastes like cinammon gummy bears). We decided on the 5K. Why the blog? you ask. People run 5Ks all the time. you say. Yes, but are those people fat chicks? Not most of them. Which is why I have an inkling the next 7 and 1/2 weeks of training are going to contain some really comic moments that need to be documented. Stay tuned. Training starts tomorrow.