So I made a decision to run a marathon. Okay… not a full marathon… but a half-marathon. That’s still 13 freakin’ miles people! No small task for a “runner-hater” like myself. The marathon that I want to run in also isn’t until April 2010 either so I have some time to mentally prepare for it, eat some ice cream, watch some TV, take a nap, etc.
My interest was peaked after a girl at my work proclaimed that she was in training for a marathon in Washington D.C. I usually work out harder when I have something I’m working towards to I thought that this might be a good idea. This would help me shave a few of my excess pounds I’ve gained and get rid of my saggy teets that I seem to be acquiring somehow. I guess I’m really about to turn 30!
There’s no way I would win since it seems the fastest time ever completed in the marathon was a little over an hour and fifteen minutes. Yes… THIS PERSON RAN 13 MILES IN AN HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES!!! That’s like 5 minutes per mile!!! I can barely run a mile in 10 minutes. What kind of freaks are these people?
So, why would I want to do this? I guess to prove to myself that I can do it and cross it off my list of things to do before I die.
Well… it wasn’t on my list until right now.
I’m going to add it because what’s the point in going through all this if at the end I can’t take my red pen and scratch through “Run a marathon” while sighing in contentment. The answer is… there would be no point. Other than being in fantastic shape I guess. That’s just a bonus.