Yes, kiddies, I did it. Yesterday I registered for the Country Music Half-Marathon. I have 115 days to train.
I routinely run/walk 5K distances and, before I hurt my heel, was doing 10K distances two or three times a week. The half will be a challenge, but I don't think I'll kill myself either training or running it. And if I do? What a way to go! Gasping for air, clutching my chest and being trampled by 18,000 runners as I crumple to the pavement.
Just to be safe, though, Mr. Shrinking Knitter asked me to call my doctor to see if I should get a stress test or an EKG or whatever fancy assessment tool they've developed these days to
So who's going to join me? C'mon ... you know you want to!
I hope you're sitting down for this next bit of news, and I can only assume you are since most people don't read blogs while they're on the treadmill. Although I think it can be done. At any rate:
I lifted weights yesterday.
On the weight bench. Barbells and dumbbells and leg lifts, oh my! Two sets of 10 of half a dozen moves, plus forty-five freaking crunches!
Look out, Rocky.
Okay, I'm a little full of myself this morning, aren't I? Heh.
When I let the dogs out this morning, I was inspired to grab the camera to try to capture the image of the moon shining above the trees in our front yard. This is not at all what I saw. But it's pretty cool, and it qualifies as a photo, so I can say that my own personal Project 364 is underway. Pop-up Paws yesterday, moonset today.
Yes, it was early.
It's rather amazing what a mental boost it gave me to actually fill out that registration form and submit my electronic cashmoneybucks. Up until yesterday I'd been waffling – do I or don't I want to make that commitment? When I woke up, I just knew it was what I wanted.
One of you commented quite some time ago that there's a huge difference between a half and a full marathon. Thirteen miles, give or take a tenth or two. At that time, I shared your reassurance with Mr. Shrinking Knitter, who tends to be a