So grateful for Pizza Monday! 2 miles on the treadmill and 2 pieces of pizza. And I think to myself, "What a wonderful world." Okay, it's decision time. Moab is about four weeks away and I have done a total of 6 walking miles in 2 weeks. I'm not going to run Moab. I'm still going to Moab and I'm definitely still getting my shirt and hat (I didn't pay $50 for a 5 mile race not to get any souvenirs). It's just that, while everybody else is getting up early and standing in the cold and running a race, I'll be sleeping in and eating ginger pancakes with apple butter at the Jailhouse Cafe. I'm really trying to see the downside of this decision. I'm pretty disappointed in myself, but I think it's the right thing to do. If I had gotten pregnant one month earlier, I probably would have had enough time to recover from the first trimester fatigue a little and at least walk the 5 miler, but I drag my feet doing 2 miles on the treadmill right now and I don't see it getting anywhere near 5 in the next month. So, disappointing, yes, but at least there are pancakes to be had. | 