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(total mileage for last week: 18)

So hey, guess what? I hit the 10 mile mark! Yesterday I actually did 10 miles in under two and a half hours, which means my goal of completing a half in three hours is totally doable. TOTALLY DOABLE. OMG. I have a little less than a month and a half to go, but I'm feeling really, really good about my training and my progress. I get kind of extremely terrified when I think about the actual race day and being out there with 5000 runners (plus another 2000 doing the 5k that runs simultaneously with the half), but Mr. Foxx is such a great cheerleader who keeps telling me that no one is going to judge me or mock me if I fail. As he puts it, "You signed up. That's more than what 98% of the population's done, so you're already a winner." My husband, you guys. ;______; Honestly, though, as I told imntsaying, fear goes a long way in helping you train. Fear and dub step.

IN NON-RUNNING NEWS, my weekend has been consumed with reading fic. Long, plotting, glorious fic. Yesterday was devoted to my lovely jibrailis's The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark, which an utterly heartbreaking and beautiful take on the amnesia trope. It will give you ALL the Tony Stark feels.

And today, I am knee-deep in a fantastic 70k Clint/Coulson fic, Disclosures. YES, I SAID 70K. I keep pausing to capslock at sirona_gs because my heart keeps having seizures over this fic. Where the former fic gave me Tony Stark feels, this fic exploits allllllll my Phil Coulson feels. PHIL. ;______;

I leave you with smirky, asshole Clint. Because he is a life-ruiner.