Katharine. The conversation was pretty normal and then it turned into something dark and grotesque. It went something like this:
Kath: So, are you guys still planning on coming up for Thanksgiving?
Me: Sure am. I want it on record that we're having tons of meat, carbs, and sugar.
Kath: Fine. But before that I was thinking of running a 5k.
Me: That's great! Good for you.
Kath: Wanna run it with me?
Me: Seriously? Do you know which sister you're talking to?
After much thought, I've decided to go ahead and do it. I'm running a 5k in two months and let me tell you something. I don't run. At least not until this morning. I ran 1/2 a mile this morning - after my sixty minutes of kick me in the ace step aerobics - and plan on running three times a week until I can run 3.1 miles without vomiting and/or passing out.