So, in 47 days, my delusional self has verbally committed to run a half-marathon. Current personal best? Less than six miles. Have I lost my mind? Maybe. Don’t worry, LC, I’ll be there!
We’ve been talking about running a half for a while now; that’s pretty much all I’ve done–talk. I jog a little on and off, but short of some serious training over the next 47 days, I’m not sure how this will go. Yes, I’ve run a few 5Ks totally cold, but that’s only 3.1 miles. I haven’t even worked up to a 10K yet.
Although I am determined to meet the goal of finishing the half in January, I have approximately zero motivation to do anything in between now and then. Don’t get me wrong, when I actually get out and run, I love it. It’s the getting out there and doing it that’s not working out for me. As an added bonus, I have a toddler that works perfectly as an excuse.
I realized while we were jogging today that I really need a running buddy. I need someone that will help me push myself and keep me accountable. As I’ve learned about myself lately, if it’s not on my calendar, it’s probably not going to happen (unfortunately, sometimes the standing dates on my calendar get pushed out, too; sorry, B). I have no doubt I can finish a half marathon. I just need to get out there and get moving before January 29th.
So, to meet my half marathon goal, I have decided I need to first meet the goal of acquiring said running buddy. Wish me luck!