I must be a glutton for pain, or a complete imbecile. My neighbor has said he will run a half marathon in June to raise money for CF and I told him I would train with him and run it with him. Am I nuts? But he’s dedicated. Seriously. You know how sometimes you talk about a task in passing or just to make some conversatrion, not thinking it will really lead to anything. Uh, yeah, not this guy. He called this afternoon wanting to know when we would begin running.
So, I guess I’ll look into a training schedule and into getting some new shoes. These ones I have aren’t doing the job. My feet hurt so much and they don’t offer enough arch support.
Been thinking a lot about Matt lately. It’s coming up un the anniversary of his death. I should call Elliott and email his mom. I can’t believe it’s been a year. Miss him. I look at old photos of him and think, “where the hell are you, Brookens?”
A year. Damn.