The Half-Assed Marathon Commitment
posted at 11:48 pm
on Aug. 6, 2013
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This Saturday at 7 a.m., I shall begin to run a half marathon. I anticipate I will finish it sometime before the sun goes down.
I got interested in running it last year, when my ex-girlfriend ran one. She trained hard for it, set a goal, accomplished it. Made me think I could do the same.
So last winter, I signed up for the one she ran, for this year: the SeaWheeze, a Lululemon-organized run-fest. They sent me some bright neon shorts that make my booty look fantastic and wick sweat away faster than a magnetic train. And now that run is .. oh jeeze in four days!!!
Panic! Hyperventilate! Dither! Eat a plate of nachos!
Kidding aside, I did some decent running training for a few months, a few months ago, and then kind of didn’t do any more as ultimate season and other pressing personal issues cropped up, and was about to give up on the whole idea, and then Jenny and Hayley, two good friends, basically goaded, guilted and cajoled me into training hard with them and committing to doing the run, which they’d also signed up for. So I’m going to go for it.
And now I’m filled with this sense of awe and dread, the way you feel before you go on stage for a speech you haven’t fully prepared for.
I’ll let you know how I go. Wish me luck!
