Well, I've gone and done it.

I had to do it. If I hadn't done it, then I'd just sit on my ass like a slug all winter. Come springtime you'd have to hear me bitching and whining about how my clothes are tight, my face is fat, and I'm 10lbs heavier than I was last year, and how I can't run like I could this time last year, how great that felt and how sorry I am I let myself go again, and how my poor treadmill broke up with me and ran off with some dedicated winter runner, due to my inattention and neglect.

So I did it. Registered for the Susan G. Komen Race For The Cure, in Atlanta on May 9, 2009. I hope some of my PW sistas who have been talking about it join me. Ya'll know who you are!

This has put me in a position of put up or shut up. I'm a person who can procrastinate with the best of them, but I function very well when cornered. I'm not going to want to be *that* person, who signed up for a 5K and couldn't finish at least at a jog.

So there it is. The gauntlet has been thrown down. A line in the sand! The skin-boat is going to Tuna Town! (Oh, wait. That last one was a quote from Grumpy Old Men, not a back-against-the-wall cliche'. Damn.)

Hope to see some of you there. Ya'll know who you are.