Six weeks from now (okay, five weeks and six days) the boys and I are doing another 5K. That means I have six weeks to get my act together and try to beat my time. Actually, I'd like to beat the boys' times, but I'm not holding my breath! Considering I haven't been on the treadmill in a week, I think I need to step it up a little - oooh, bad pun. Sorry.
I think I'll focus on tomorrow for starting - right now Tom and Sam are on their way here and they have stopped at Pizza Hut to pick up pizza and wings, and we're going to gorge ourselves and watch Frontier House. Yeah, tomorrow sounds much better!