Can't I just write a check?

Maybe I have let on that I have many friends. Well, what I mean to say is that I have mini friends. Yes, I know that the majority of the population is mini compared to me, but seriously. For some reason most of my friends are cute little teeny tiny women with an impeccable sense of style. I think I am the token big loud gawky awkward friend. In other words - I make them look so much better. Not to mention charitable!

So anyway, one of my cute little fashionable teeny tiny friends is all about running now. Well just go ahead and add that to the list. Oh and it's not even a little selfish either, like she wants to look even better. She's doing it because her husband got involved in it and is all into running these things called "threeks and fourks". Well now I don't know why you would put a "k" on the end of a 3, but I know for certain what to do with a "k" on the end of a 4 and it ain't run. Unless I'm chasing my meal and in that case it can't be worth it and I'm calling in some take-out.

She has somehow convinced me that this activity of pretending that I am trying desperately to get away is fun. Fun! Hahaahahahaha, hang on...gimme a minute...okay, I'm good.
Now I'm in trouble. All I remember is the cookies from Edgar's bakery topped with yummy light frothy chocolaty goodness and then saying "yes". Evidently I didn't say yes to what I thought I said yes too. I mean what just happened here? I think the cookies were laced. That no good...
I started saying things like "good to have a goal" and "something positive to work toward". What?! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!?!
I have now committed to one of her nutty "threeks"!! Is it too late to back out? Is anyone planning on dying that weekend? Let me know...