When my sister Tara and I decided to do a half-marathon for my first of many midlife crisises, I had key chains made up for us that said.
13.1 Only Half Crazy
The idea being that a half-marathon is only half-crazy compared to a full 26.2 mile marathon.
I didn't think I could do it. I didn't think *we* could do it.
Ultimately, we did 2 together and I did another on my own. So much for one-and-done. I even hit my goal of under 2:30.
Posing and being judged in a bikini is closer to 90% crazy. I don't even own a regular bikini and I can barely walk in heels. My BMI, which sadly does reflect my copious amounts of celulite, is 0.3 away from OBESE. OMG! I've decided that sanity is overrated.