You may or may not recall this, but I have made a really bad decision.
I’ve paid real American money to compete in a half-marathon.
Only nine days from today.
And seriously. What a dumb decision. I don’t like running. I never have. I loved playing soccer, but not because of the running part- because of the kicking the ball part.
In Scotland, I joined a gym and ran a bit and tried to keep up with training. But, I’ll just remind you again, I didn’t enjoy it.
I still don’t.
And I’m way behind on training.
This week, I did a four mile run. [FOUR out of THIRTEEN, mind you.] And I came close to expiring.
Not perspiring. [I was doing that. By the bucket-full.]
It was ugly.
And now I have nine days until I have to actually go for thirteen straight miles. I won’t run the whole thing. I won’t. [And you can’t make me.] But I will finish. I mean, it may take me 4-5 hours and feel like a total waste of my Sunday morning at the beach, but I’m finishing.
I just read on the website that I can actually get the new Vera Bradley bag the DAY BEFORE THE RACE. Not good- that was a major push to make me finish. Yikes. I should not have read that.
[I love Vera. I run for Vera. Sorry- I was born in Georgia. It’s in our blood.]
The only major highlight is that a handful of Nash-ladies are taking Southwest Airlines to the beach and staying in Seaside for the weekend.
I mean, I’ll enjoy Friday, Saturday, and Monday.
Sunday is still up in the air.
And if I don’t survive the race, you can have my car. And by “you”, I mean “my college friend Caren” because I’ve always promised to leave her the Camry in my will.
If I survive [I *probably* will], please don’t let me do this again.
I’m building a IT’S ONLY A HALF-MARATHON SUCK IT UP SISTER PLAYLIST to listen to while I run. I need at least 3 hours of jams. [That’s a conservative estimate…. let’s go for 4 hours.]
Help me out– what’s your favorite upbeat song?
Also– any advice for a first time [last time] half-marathoner?