Then the kids got sick.
I still ran.
Then I got sick.
I ran when I felt better.
Then it got cold.
I ran outside bundled up.
Then the hockey season started.
I made plans with the hockey moms to do races
Then it got REALLY cold.
I thought about running......away to Florida
THEN it snowed some more.
Then I opened up a bottle of wine and said forget it.
I am not sure if I dare utter the words "Spring" but it is starting to feel like it. I have been out "running" (using the term loosely of course) but after the frigid winter and constantly being ill it is really tough finding my legs. It is going to take a few weeks to brush off the cobwebs* from the bod. I can currently run one whole mile. ONE.
One mile might be a great starting point but not when I have marathon in 10.5 weeks. It is April 8th and I still have yet to complete a long run. This is where most people will tell me to drop out and try again next year. This is where I get lectured that I am going to hurt myself. This is where I channel my inner Barney Stinson and scream:
- It is not my first marathon
- I am not going to win
- It is not the first time doing this course
- I am doing it for fun and don't care about my time
- I spent money on it
- My friends are doing it
- My friends' training has also been in sucksville
- Doing it for cake
*Cobwebs=15lbs of winter misery weight.