Oh, HELL no!

A few things:

1. I'm not a sandbagger.
2. It's more of a bruised rib.
3. I injured myself before we made the rules.
4. I'm still going to win.
   

I've cracked a rib before and that hurt like a mo-fo. And it was a really cool injury, too. Normally, I get injured in an uncool way, like throwing my back whilst running to my car to make a Burger King run (true story). No, this one was a sand volleyball injury. My 6'4", 225 lbs playing partner and I got tangled at the net and we both went down in a heap. His elbow met my ribs. I got some *really* cool painkillers out of it, which was nice.

Apparently, this little running competition has become 2 on 1. Fine by me (wink wink nudge nudge, knowwhatimean)! I was willing to be supportive to the other two, but they have the maturity of 5 year olds hopped up on Dew. Trust me on that one. Chalk it up to my superb parenting skills. Whatever. On like Kong, ladies (double meaning, ahem!)

I got run #2 in. I am completely out of shape. Really? Can I lose that much conditioning by only running once a week since January and by traveling to my favorite fast food joints? REALLY???

Chalk the next 2 runs. It's on.