Marathon

Yes, I think I’ve finally lost my mind. I have decided to train for a marathon. Probably only a half marathon. (This is me we’re talking about, after all.) The furthest I’ve ever run before at one stretch is 5K (3.3 miles). So now I’m gonna do 13.1? Ha! Last week sometime, when Doc came to bed I half woke up and said to him “I think that I have to run a marathon.” A couple days later I told Yvonne about this crazy thing I said while asleep, and she suggested, “Why not? If you want to run one half of the White Rock Marathon in December, I’ll run the other.” I thought about it for a couple of days and realizeda) it will be a really good personal challenge, something in my life I can be truly proud of;b) If I was doing it on my own, I could change my mind and quit in the middle of training, but when someone else is counting on me to do my part, that’s not going to happen; andc) When we go to Belize next year I’ll probably be in much better shape and may even be able to put on a swimsuit without shame! So. Today begins my training in earnest. I’m thinking about running with Yvonne regularly, getting a treadmill, and/or joining some sort of running training group.