So I did it. I got my butt out of bed at 6:00 am -- well more like 6:20 am (after pressing snooze 2 times, cursing my decision to run this half marathon, and praying that the sound outside my window was a torrential rain and not the fountain) -- and ran 1.5 miles. The good news is that I didn't die and actually it wasn't that bad. The bad news is that I've figured out that getting out of bed is half -- um, 85% -- of the challenge. The weather was amazing -- shorts and a t-shirt weather -- which is one of the perks to training in Florida even in November. (Sorry M, that's what you get for moving to Ohio.) And another unanticipated perk is that I was at the office before my bosses. So, if I can keep this up for the next 118 days, we can add "good for my career" to the list of benefits. (Which include being in better shape, weight loss (maybe...see next paragraph), telling people I have actually ran 13.1 miles at one time, and finally being 1/2 way toward running the real deal.)
Now the questions is, how far do I go? Do I add eating as though I'm training to the list, or take the excuse that I'm running a lot to eat the food I like -- with the fair in town that would include fried cheesecake, fried pickles, fried oreos, chicken fried bacon, and if I'm brave, fried butter...
*Belle*
Moderation! However, its not like the fair is alllllways in town. I say go for it!
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