On the ride home yesterday from my Brother's going away party... (he's been deployed. to. Iraq. but I'm not ready to talk about it yet) / nephew's birthday Party, I started thinking about things. I just let my mind wander, over hill and dale, until I settled on one thought. If I went back in time 20 years and told my teenage self that she would grow up to be a distance runner (albeit a recreational one) who thought nothing of running 10 miles on Saturday and then 13 on Sunday, she would tell me to Talk To The Hand, or some other equally weird statement that meant, "You must be insane".
Who would have thought, right? I guess, it's just goes to show that I'm always going to surprise myself, and who knows what I'll be doing in twenty years.
Of course, the other thing I never thought I'd say at the age of 34 is: "I chaffed my belly button yesterday on my 10 mile run."
Yea, who knew?