I must be. My fat, lazy ass is contemplating a possible half marathon. Shit. Did I just say that out loud?
Here's the deal. I've always talked about doing one, but since I don't run (at all, as in running is scary to me) I've never got up the gumption to do one. I hate running, even jogging. So, why am I even thinking of the possibility? Well, there is a woman, Jill, who ran a marathon the other year after surviving preeclampsia. Like she almost died, severe preeclampsia. She had to relearn how to walk again and battled back to run a marathon. How inspiring is she?! Well, she's got this idea to run half & full marathon's in Sept for the Preeclampsia Foundation. And I embrace the idea. This may be what my fat arse needs for motivation. I spoke of this publicly now. Um, what am I getting myself into? This would get me exercising for a great cause and to get myself more healthy, especially my heart.
So, I'm completely insane right? From going to almost no exercise to training for a possible half-marathon? I must be joking. Can I even do this? ACK!!! I guess I better get on the treadmill tonight.