Yesterday a funny thing popped up on my email inbox. It was a reminder that I was going to run a half-marathon on April 15th (yeah, with my sister--remember that, Sis?) I decided to do this sometime last fall, but I think with my move, with my job change, with my broken heart, with so many things--I guess I just pushed it aside.
So yesterday it sat teasingly looking at me. It raised its eyebrows at me, I raised mine back. It shrugged is shoulders at me, I shrugged mine back. It said, "How about it kid?" and I said, "Why not?"
Simple.
So, the thing that I have NEVER wanted to make public (because somehow you just have to stick with it when it goes public) is that I am going to start training for a half-marathon. To me that seems like a pretty big damn deal. Since I work ten to twelve hour days, it means I'm going to have to wake up pretty early to start clocking the miles. It means that I don't really know what I'm doing. It means I'm going to have to do some of the pathetic walk/jog/walk/jog that people who can't jog for very long at a time have to do. It means I could fail. It means I could succeed. It means I could fall. It means I could fly. It means that Swiss men will probably WALK past my slow gait, but it also means that I might just get these legs ready for swimwear season in Portugal.
It means....wow.
It means...hmmm.
It means...let's do this thing!
Advice? Goals I should set? Songs to add to my iPod?
