Runnin' Scared

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.