Ran this evening out where people could see me. Granted, it was at like 9pm in a burb hood where everybody is in front of the tv by 7 sharp, so the chances of anyone actually seeing me were not great, but nonetheless, I overcame my paralyzing self-consciousness and joggled my huge tracts of land out in front of God and country. Yay, me.
Forty days til the triathlon. Gaaah. What was I thinking?! And why wasn't I training more seriously til now? Clearly I am a total moron.
But, in forty days I'll be a moron triathlete, so there's that.