Is that a common saying? (A cliche? An idiosyncrasy? WHAT is the word I'm looking for? I'm watching Idol and trying to blog and my brain is idoled. I mean idled. I mean that's not the word I was looking for. Scrambled. My brain is scrambled. End side tangent of side tangent. Side note? Oh Ryan Seacrest, why is my brain distracted by your white white teeth?)
BACK TO FAILING. I'm sure I've failed at a host of things (see above paragraph for proof). In my head, there stands out one goal I actively tried to pursue twice but was unable to achieve due to a series of ridiculously unfortunate events. I'm talking, of course, about the half marathon.
Remember? I got the furthest in my training in 2007, my first year in Boston. I got as far as a ten mile run before the plague of unknown persuasion took hold of my life the three weeks before the run. The doctor said no to the run. I rebelled by dying my hair red. Last year, I was ready to try again. Remember what happened? Sigh.
GUESS WHO'S GOING TO GIVE IT ANOTHER GO? (Guess who's mom said that if something freakish happens again this year I have to give up the dream?) I've put off training for weeks and weeks. So much so, that my inner panic levels were on red hot red. Tonight was the official kick off.
Less than 10 weeks to train for 13.1 miles.
Wouldn't you be stressed out? Haven't been to the gym since I broke my leg. Oye. Alright, so tonight wasn't the greatest run, but miles are miles, and I started with 4.5. (Don't you worry your pretty little head about how long it took me to do so. Miles are miles.) 35% of the way there! (Equal parts encouraged and terrified am I right now.) I promptly celebrated by eating 200-calories worth of chocolate covered pretzels. (Check out the 100 calorie packs. They'll rock your world.)
So here I go, wish me luck. I'm sure I'll have much to say. (In fact, some of my best material came from run recaps.) 10 weeks and