Gorilla Me

I just registered for a 5k run.

I can’t run 5k.

I can’t even run 2k.

Or 1k.

What the hell was I thinking?

Oh yes, that I get to dress up in a gorilla suit with my hubby and raise money for Silverbacks. I mean, that’s pretty awesome. Anytime there is an opportunity to dress up like a goof, I’m in. I mean, have you seen my most recent passport photo? I look like I’m getting arrested for hanging out with Lindsay Lohan. A gorilla suit has nothing on me.

Running 5k, however… that’s got something on me. I’d better get cracking. I have 95 days including today and race day. I can do this.

Hmmm… 95 days? Really? In that case, pass another slice of cake. Plenty of time….