At the end of the week, I’m running my second 5k.
In three weeks, I finish library school.
In six weeks, I turn 27.
In sixteen weeks, I run my first half-marathon.
In six months, I get married.
In between now and that last one, I got to make sure I don’t:
gain ridiculous amounts of weight
lose ridiculous amounts of weight
lose ridiculous amounts of hair
grind my teeth into a pile of dust
I’ve started grinding my teeth at night so hard that I wake myself up (that’s WITH a guard)
I’ve started breaking out into hives
My right eye is intermittently twitchy