I am SO mad at myself. How the hell did I walk into Walmart to pick up Brinn’s new glasses, and walk out with a fluorescent green plastic pumpkin and a monster bag of Combos? Which I ate 98% of the bag by the time I got home.
This Saturday is the Susan G. Komen race for the cure here in Charlotte and Maeve, my sisterinlaw Debbie and I are running in it.
I haven’t run a 5k since July 2000, and I’m just keeping my fingers crossed that Maeve doesn’t make me look like an old, sloppy, slow poke.
No more Combos. At least not until after Saturday.