The idea was cultivating well over a month ago.
I had a vague leaning towards a decision.
I coughed up the $93 to commit.
I will be running a half marathon in 9 days. In fact, in exactly 9 days, I will still probably have about an hour to go before it will be over.
I fear saying much about it because I still can’t believe this is happening.
Who the heck am I? And why did I ever think this was a good idea? Even an idea worth considering?
Boys and girls, I do not like running. I did not pick up my pace and find a true love of exercise. I’m pretty sure that I still hate running. I may feel glad to have completed the task at hand, but I also feel a little glum that it wasn’t as good or as fast as it could have been. I don’t get that runner’s high thing that people talk about. So there’s that question again? Why am I running this half marathon?
I seriously don’t know.
But I am a stubborn crotchety biznatch if nothing else, so I know that I will do it, most likely “bah humbugging” to myself the entire time.
margaret edith 