Sunday night I took the ultimate leap - I signed up for a half marathon. That's right, 13.1 miles... of me... running. Does this sound crazy to you? Because now that I've had time to marinate in the fact that I'm actually doing this, I kind of just want to throw a cold bucket of water in my face and wake myself up.
See the thing is, running is not my thing. It's boring, it's mundane, it doesn't inspire me to continue doing it longer than 10 minutes. I'd much rather be in a class doing cardio or weight training where some fitness 'expert' is shouting out commands through a microphone, because that's the kind of motivation I need to keep going. As pointed out in this post, I can be lazy.
So why in the world would I sign up, and PAY, I might add, to run 13.1 miles? Well, because my friends are doing it, obviously! But also because after becoming a mother my life has taken a backseat to my daughter's; she has become my life, so to speak. So this half marathon thing is a way for me to temporarily put myself back into the forefront of my own life. To inject some self-rejuvenation and adventure back into the psyche that was pre-baby.
It's going to be challenging - probably one of the most difficult goals I've ever set for myself - but I couldn't be more excited, anxious, and mentally ready. Oh, and if you were curious, the farthest I've ever run non-stop to date is 3 miles...so, what's another 10.1.
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