Steve, my running partner that pushes me and keepsme honest during training. He never balks whenI tell him about the bazillion miles of speedwork we have to do that day. Although, he's probablycussing out Coach with every step.
The KoB patiently listens to me bitch and moan, answersall my running related questions thoughtfully and honestlyand inspires me with his badass-ery.
He also scares rental car agents.
Sorry y'all, it's going to be a long ass 22ish weeks. (I mean good grief, it hasn't even started yet and I'm already talking about it! And have been for the past 2 months!).
Speaking of which... last week, I sent an email to Coach (OMFG she is going to be soooo sick of me by December. Lots of booze your way, Tanya, I swear!) about the types of things I want to do while training. Because, as a control freak, I can't just go with the flow... no, I have to interject my piss poor suggestions to my coach. Yes, I'm ashamed that this is how self-obsessed I can be.
BUT, this is kinda what I want (in 2 months I'll probably be deleting this post from the archives)
After I fired off this email to Coach, she pretty much responded with a CHILL THE FUCK OUT, BITCH. I GOT THIS.
Let's go, Team!