And I'll force myself to get up and get dressed, being sure to prepare for the painful experience.
Then I'll eat something healthy to give me fuel, and it will be disgusting.
The race will start and for the first
mile half mile hundred yards or so, I'll feel AMAZING. Like I can do anything. I'll look like this girl.
And then reality will hit me like a ton of sweaty bricks.
And then the cramps will kick in, and I will feel like I have sudden onset asthma cuz, you know, that's totally a thing.
And everyone will say "JUST BREATHE THROUGH THE PAIN!"
But they DON'T KNOW MY LIFE.
And I'll contemplate collapsing and just waiting on the sidewalk for everything to end, but then I'll see this guy and I'll be forced to keep going because I am
generally not a quitter.
And at some point I'll see this fool being way too excited about the physical activity.
And then I'll get distracted by that fool and I'll totally eat it.
No horses were harmed in the making of this GIF.
And then finally it will be over and I'll collapse to the ground in a dramatic fashion.
And I'll find a couch or a soft piece of grass and collapse.
And then on Sunday I'll be in bed all day because:
And then celebratory alcohol.