Enough is Enough

...is enough. I'm getting stir crazy over here. I think I've rested my neck and shoulders and back (and legs) enough from this whole sunburn debacle. It's time to hit the streets. I have a date with Memorial Park tonight to (hopefully) catch up on some of the exercise that I've been missing. (Watching the Biggest Loser while eating a pint of ice cream last night was not one of my brightest ideas.) The plan? 4 to 5 mile run with abs and leg work afterwards. The flab around my belly is getting to be a little much. It's about time I slim it down some so I can run faster. Faster I say!

On another note, I stumbled on a blog today of a girl who had a bucket list of sorts to finish before she turned 25. She had me inspired. I'm all about setting goals for myself, but a lot of them seem to fall between the cracks. Didn't I make a new year's resolution this year to run 20 miles per week? That sure was forgotten fast. I am a member of a "book race" where we have to read 50 books this year. I'm doing pretty good so far; I've got 14 books down with a ton stored in my Kindle just waiting to be devoured. There's only 2 people ahead of me, so I still have a chance to win. I feel like since I'm on the edge of 30 (30! OMG! Only 2 more years left of my 20s!), that I need something of the sort. I am kind of working on it little by little. I mean, I am running my first FULL marathon this year (I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to un-capitalize the FULL in FULL marathon!), but I feel like as my 30s approach so goes a portion of life as I know it. Not to sound too pessimistic or anything, but I really do think of 30 as a changing point. I just can't help it. I'm a woman and 30 is pretty much a big deal. Maybe I should start thinking about the things I want to do before I turn 30...