Um, breaking news. Reese Witherspoon was hit by a car. Whilest jogging.
Is it terrible that my first thought was, “Shoot… if that were me, I wouldn’t have to run a marathon in two months.” And then I remembered that I’m supposed to be excited to run 26.2 miles. Which I am. Uber- excited.
Don’t worry, Jesse… I’m scared too. So scared. But excited, duh! Take me some happy pills!
Back to Reesey poo. My second thought was, ‘”Thank God she’s okay. I really like her movies.” It’s not all about me and my marathon, folks.