I’ve never been someone who likes asking for help. Ever.
Prime example: I had Allie, we closed on our house two weeks later and moved in. Luckily my in laws came into town to help with moving and child wrangling. Did that mean that I accepted the help and sat with a cool drink of lemonade? Nope. I moved boxes, cleaned and was a boss like the best of them while breast feeding, managing a baby and shuttling Ava around to dance class and VBS in one of the hottest summers ever. I’m crazy like that.
I. Do. Not. Ask for help.
Except yeah…well I’ve been running again and I’ve set my sights on a half marathon. Next weekend (July 27). The longest run I’ve gone on was over 6 miles, but to be fair, I was pushing Allie! So that has to count for an extra two miles. Or something.
Anyway, that’s where you come in.
If you follow me on Twitter, Facebook, you have my number or whatever, bug me about whether I’ve run that day. Because then it’ll be a lot more embarrassing to say that I haven’t.
And um, yeah well I’ve got a wee larger race planned for January. It’s a bit longer than 13.1 miles. Anyone want to sponsor my trip to it? I’ve already registered…
So yes, help me by bugging me about whether I’ve run out the crazy that day.
There will be more pleas for help later. But those will be related to money because you know that if I’m running 26 miles, it’s not gonna be for free. We’re going to raise money for a fantastic cancer fighting charity. More info on that once I get that firmed up. I’ve got a few in mind, but if you have other ideas, I’m open to them.