It's coming. The race. 13.1 miles. In Vegas. 7 days from now.
My husband and a co-worker/friend will be doing it with me. We've all been training. Sometimes together, often separate. My longest run was last weekend. 10 miles. On the treadmill (it was cold out!). Long runs on the treadmill aren't actually all that bad. Especially if you're slow like me. I watched an entire movie and part of Grey's Anatomy.
I'm excited. I'm a little bit scared. I'm nervous. I'm hopeful.
P.S. Oh, and operation lung cleansing? Nearly 3 months. Easiest quit I've ever done.