I went ahead and signed my mom, my sister and myself up for the Moab Half Marathon today. It's frightening how sick to my stomach I am. I never knew I was such a commitment phobe. We'll have to wait a little over a month to see if our group is actually picked in the lottery.
I'm a little worried about what will happen if I do get to run this.
I haven't run in over two weeks (that's two weeks worth of training I'm going to have to make up) and If I don't get some serious training in and get serious about my training, I'm going to kill myself trying to complete this race. I can run 13.1 miles, that I know, because I'm stubborn and determined, it's just that it might take me all day to do it, at the expense of every poor muscle in my body.
I have 121 days to get myself prepared! So wish me luck.
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GOOD LUCK...I know I couldn't even think about doing that!
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