After I ran my first marathon last June, I had thought about getting a tattoo… a tiny palm tree on my foot (in honor of San Diego, where the marathon was run) with a 26.2 on it.
Instead, I finally decided to get the car sticker. Way more commitment than a tattoo, right?
In other seriously scary news, I heard the words “Someday I might do another marathon” come out of my mouth the other day. Yikes. I must be crazy!