My whole life has been one form of race or another. Race to the alter, race to buy a house, race to have children, race to divorce that...never mind. 

So, me starting to run seemed like a natural progression. Anyone that knows me knows that I have a hard time sitting still, it's not in me, I like to be moving. I enjoy the adrenaline rush, that high, when my outside body is in sync with my inside body. My heart racing, my breathing deep, my ass killing me. Oops, TMI. 

So, as usual for Ms. Overachiever, I decided after I began to run (and do it well) that I'd sign up for a 10K. Oh yeah. I'm going to do it in an hour and then I'm going to drink Las Vegas dry. Because I can't drink a drop before the race in March. Oh, I forgot to mention it was in less than 2 months? It is, it is. 

I'm very excited to be expanding my life is these wild and wonderful directions. Exercise never came easy to me because for most of my life I didn't have to worry about it. My metabolism kept my weight down regardless of what I ate. Wow, do I miss those days. So, now I'm at the gym 5 days a week and, while it gives me untold energy, my eating habits keep my ass the same size. Yeah, the ass you love and know. You better enjoy it while you can because it's shrinking fast. Alaska becomes Rhode Island, if you know what I mean.

So, I start hard training tomorrow and with one day off for rest, I'm going to be crying on here like you just told me I couldn't shoe shop anymore. YOU WILL LOVE IT. 

I'm going to go eat a deep dish pizza with a side of Chimay 12 pack now. Wish me luck and look for the new and improved ass coming soon!
Nikki Irish