So this guy showed up in my inbox yesterday, which is really awesome! I entered a random lottery draw to participate in the Nike Women’s Half Marathon in April, in large part because I was intrigued by the Tiffany & Co necklace I’d be receiving at the end (yes, their oriented-to-females marketing TOTALLY sucked me in), and it looks like I’ll be running it! I entered with my friend Bettina, so we’ll be chugging along together on the course. This will be her second half, and my first (obviously), and hopefully being surrounded by 14,998 other ladies will feel super empowering. Part of me is legitimately concerned that instead, I’ll just be hyper-aware of those chicks who are in way better shape and briskly running through the whole thing with a song and a whistle, BUT I’m trying to shake those fears and instead just be pumped for this next goal.
I took a solid, hardcore eight days off from any kind of fitness whatsoever following the Tough Mudder, and I also drank either beer or wine every single night during that week too. My body is kind of hating me for it right now, and it’s too damn cold out to run (I know I wrote about wearing winter-friendly running clothes just the other day, but let’s be real, it sucks), so I’ve been really struggling with getting back into a rhythm. Also my immune system has decided that it’s not really up to the task anymore, and I’ve been sick more often than not the past month or so, and I’m claiming that as a legitimate excuse for how lazy I’ve been.
Now, if I could have found something like this to participate in, maybe I would have gotten my butt off the couch this past week:
At the beginning of 2012, I penned a rather long list of philosophical/mental/emotional life goals that I stuck on my fridge, and over the course of the year, the ink on the piece of paper has faded and I’m down to the wire on the number of days left before I need to take it down and replace with a new list for 2013. One of those goals I wrote, somewhere right between “Forgive more quickly” and “Eat chocolate whenever you please” was “Learn how to run.” I’d like to say that, one year later, I still suck at running, I still don’t like it a whole lot, I still have absolutely NO CLUE what this whole “runner’s high” thing is that everyone goes on about, but I kind of, sort of, learned how to do it this year. Even if I’m terrible.
Now I just need to amend that a little bit — “Learn how to run 13.1 miles.” There. That looks about right.