Due to a variety of heavy family obligations, my commitments to both blogging and exercise were put on hiatus this past week.

All the exercise except, of course, for the small workout my arms got as they squeezed the Hershey’s chocolate syrup over the dish of ice cream that I had each evening for the past week.  I think that I must be a stress eater.  Anyway, that’s another post. 

I am still running with the 13.1 in mind, but am still not making promises. 

A month from today.  13.1 miles.  All at one time, in one day, in the space of under 2 1/2 hours.  Maybe.