Leaving work Friday night, my boss very sweetly asked me if I was interested in training with her and the other nanny that works for them.
For what, you ask? For the Chicago Marathon, of course.
And being the charming person that I am, I promptly responded by laughing in her face.
Listen, lady. I don't even like running for the bus (ask my guy, he loves to tell anyone who will listen about my lack of hustle.) I don't know what would give her the idea that I have the ability to run 26.2 miles!
Yes, I wear a lot of yoga pants...giving the ILLUSION of a person that works out.
Yes, I did run (ahem...run/walk) two 5k's this summer.
And, yes, I do have the basic knowledge of how to get in shape.
However, I have absolutely no self discipline. I don't enjoy running. And I really like eating. Especially cheese. Ok, MOSTLY cheese.
SO, that being said, I'm going to try to train for a HALF marathon this summer.
1. Running is freefreefree.
2. My boss gave me custom NikeID running shoes for Christmas. (seriously, are they awesome or what?)
3. My sister pointed out that as I'm training, I'd be RUNNING past stores rather than strolling aka window shopping.
4. Why not?! I'm young, I have no physical reasons holding me back, and, frankly, it'd just be cool to say I DID IT!
(Laurel and I after my first 5k. I'm probably in that super hero stance because I'm so proud to have lived through the experience!)
Now that I've made my SECOND public declaration this month, who is going to be the person waking my butt up in the morning and strapping my new shoes on for me?? Anyone...? ;)
