I've come to a decision that I'm going to run a half marathon. Yep, me, Ms. I-probably-haven't-run-13.1-miles-in-my-whole-life. I heard some girls talking about it while I was out grading papers one day and it's always been on my lifetime to-do list, so why not now? I'm just going to get older and slower and creakier and fatter, so I might as well bite the bullet and do it. However, I don't even get out of bed in the morning without some kind of serious motivation, so of course I'll need some for this crazy idea.
What, you may ask, could possible motivate you to train for this in the coldest months of the year when it's something you've avoided for most of your life? Well, I've decided that we can't have another baby until I do this. And that's all there is to it. I don't care if Ashlyn is 27 before she gets a baby brother or sister. And she really needs one. She's the most spoiled kid I know. The cutest. But also the most spoiled.
Patrick thinks I'm crazy. Really, he's probably right, it doesn't make that much sense to get all skinny running to turn around and get all fat and knocked up, but who cares?! It's not about being skinny. OK, that's a lie. It's not all about being skinny. It's also about being healthier and mostly about doing something that even I think I can't do. That feeling of accomplishment when you succeed at something you struggled to do is pretty awesome.
So anyway, I'll keep you posted.
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Great idea. I'll do it if you will!!
This is great!! :) I used to run cross country and running that much really does make you feel awesome about yourself. I can't wait to hear how it goes!
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