In the days leading to the big 5K on Saturday, here is a summary of our scuffles so far.

20 caught a cold and has a stuffy nose so we gave her meds. Being sick did not stop her from talking all kinds of shit though. She is determined to beat me even if she coughs up a lung at the finish line.

She is concerned with endurance, not speed. She can run fast but not for very long. That said, I am the opposite. I am slow and steady, so I’m hoping that I am the tortoise and she is the hare on Saturday.

I don’t really have a strategy but I know for a fact that 20 is researching speeds and techniques. She even jokingly asked if shaving her head would make her faster. I hope she was joking. I’m not so sure anymore.

The wounds from my recent fall have healed quite nicely so I can’t even use that injury as a valid excuse for anything. The hamstring in my right leg is hurting. This is normal for me so when I go to the chiropractor in a few days, I’m going to ask him to Mr. Miyagi the shit out of my leg so I can run without pain.

My husband will beat both of us so it is an added stressor to know that he and my son will be watching our Chariots of Fire sprint to the finish line, probably laughing and taking pictures or video.

Hell, it’s probably not even going to be close but, if this does boil down to a neck and neck race, I’ve no doubt she will trip me or push me. What she doesn’t know is that, after all her shit talk, I will do the same.

Game on!