So never in my life have I been a runner. But in the last year, I’ve started taking much better care of myself, and have lost some weight and have realized the physical and mental benefits of regular exercise. I can’t afford a shrink, but I can pop my iPod in and take off around the block. It’s free and it makes me feel good, as I’ve written before. The Wiz at MMW keeps saying I’ve joined the Crazies, but that’s because her sister is a devoted runner and she’s losing me too. It’s still a longshot to call me a runner- but as I mentioned in a post a few days ago, I’ve committed to my first race. Most people start with a 5K or even a 10K- but nope- along with my mom and two of my cousins, I’m going to run the Disneyland Half Marathon. 13.1 miles. It makes me want to puke even typing it.
Also, This Mama Makes Stuff engenue Carrie is running it as well, and Carrie and I have been trying to get together for what seems like years. If you don’t know Carrie, you simply must- she’s one of the most talented people I’ve ever known– she makes me feel like a slacker– and she sparkles!
And y’all who know me know why I’m all-in on this insane race? I get into Disneyland for the day! I’ll fly 1000 miles, beat myself up, get up at 5 a.m. and run 13.1 miles all to get into the park for a day… Actually, I’m really excited to do this with my mom. And to prove to myself that I can do hard things. Because I need more hard things? Yeah, evidently. Also? I really, really want a medal that says Disneyland on it…
So… here goes nothing. I’m probably going to write a lot about my misery as I move towards this seemingly unattainable goal. Wiz, just don’t read for a while. Apologies in advance. Anyone else? Join me!