So one of my oldest dearest friends Diane sent me a message on Facebook proposing that we do the Nashville Half Marathon. Of course I said Yes. Then I thought about it and said, "What a minute...how far is that?" My husband said he was wondering what I was thinking agreeing to a half marathon and figured I didn't realize how far I would be running. Well. Let me tell you. I didn't realize how far I would be running. And now that I know. I'm scared. Petrified to be exact.
I cannot run for two minutes. Even though I can do the elliptical for an hour. They are NOT the same thing. Two different monsters actually. Now Im supposed to start training for this half marathon. What am I supposed to do?
What I would normally do is sabotage myself and just act like I never agreed to be in a marathon. Let April come, Diane get to nashville and I say.."Let's do lunch." As if Im not suppoesd to be running a half marathon. Avoidance is my go to thing when I am unprepared.
So. Tomorrow. I will wake up and do pilates then I will go to the gym and run/walk (more like walk and slow jog) for thirty minutes. I need to do this at least four days a week. With a long one hour workout thrown in there somewhere. Now my husband is in my face talking about I need to work out for an hour at the gym. This pressure makes me not want to do anything. Like its no fun if I am being stressed. I feel the need to rebel...just because he said something. Even though he is right. I hate it when he is right.
Im so childish and petty. But really. Can none of you relate to this pettiness I speak of?? Are you petty sometimes? I know you are no need to answer.
Anyways. Wish me luck. With this hour workout and Pilates three days a week.