It’s about 13 miles long.
Yeah, that’s right. I agreed to run in a half marathon, with my sister Karey, in June. Don’t ask me what the hell I was thinking when I agreed to this. I currently am able to run up to and including no miles, nonstop. Pathetic I know, especially considering that I am not overweight. I am just lazy.
There. I said it. Happy?!
Well, maybe lazy isn’t the right word. I would just rather enjoy the relaxing stretch of Marichyasana I, than a jog around the block. Or anything that causes my now water wing shaped bewbs (thanks Ollie!) to bounce around. However, I think that this challenge will be just the fire I need under my ass to get motivated with my life. I can only imagine the wonders it will do for my well being, emotionally and physically.
I start my training program on Monday, so I have four more days before the torture begins. Wish me luck. I will be periodically posting about my progress. We’ll have mini celebrations everytime I reach a new mini goal (2 miles, 5 miles, 7 miles, 10 miles). Maybe there will even be a prize involved. Who know? We’ll see.