Okay, guess what, friends?
(Are you guessing?)
(Seriously, are you really guessing?)
I've signed up to run a half-marathon in October. (The Baltimore Running Festival Half-Marathon, October 12, 2013).
(Did you even try to guess before reading the next sentence? I bet you didn't. Sheesh. You are such a party-pooper.)
I am telling you because I need accountability. (Mind, accountability does not equal nagging; if you nag me, I will unfriend you on Facebook.) Just knowing that you know will make a difference. Getting back into exercising has been one of the biggest challenges that I've had so far since moving back to the States.
I have NO excuse. None at all.
I can't even stress enough how few excuses I have. Zero. Zip. Nada.
It's not like I'm busy. I just can't seem to get back into the exercise routine; partly because I don't seem to have a routine at all, because my life for the past, oh, twenty-three years or so has been centered around a relatively orderly school day, and tons of work. Work coming out of my eyeballs.
And now, I don't have that. You would think my free calendar would make for hours and hours of exercise, but somehow it doesn't. It makes for hours and hours sitting on the couch with a blanket, curled up with good books, some Doctor Who, some sitcoms, some crocheting, a few naps, endless cups of hot tea and scrumptious coffee, and comfy pants.
And, what happens when you pull the rug of twenty-plus years of of routine out from under your plump butt?
Your butt gets plumper.
(I think maybe this is too much information.)
So, I've sign-up for The Baltimore Running Festival half-marathon to give me the motivation that I need to actually get out there and run...err, jog slowly. It's funny, because I actually like to run (err, jog slowly). So, why can't I get my butt out the door (a butt that's probably expanding...okay, too much information again)?
Will power, or lack there of, is a very mysterious thing.
And that's as eloquent as I am going to get today.
|Here's hoping my pretty new running shoes will contribute to my will power. I mean, they are purple, titanium, and neon lime green. Who wouldn't be inspired??? (Well, as I got them a month ago, apparently not me.)|
By The Way...does anyone want to join me? I'd love someone to run it with. This is an actually serious request...to come to Baltimore on Saturday, October 12, 2013, and run a half-marathon with me. An inevitably slow half-marathon, but a real half-marathon, nonetheless. Having a running buddy (or more! the more the merrier!) to compare notes with while training would be a lot of fun. And, you can totally stay with me (of course!). It would be a sleepover! And, I'll even make you upside-apple biscuits, or cinnamon-pull-apart bread, or gooey cinnamon rolls, or no-nos, or nutella-filled homemade doughnuts, or chocolate crepes. Or all of them. I can make all of them, if you come.
(Do you love that I am trying to entice you with the promise of fattening food to run a half marathon with me?)
Plus, I would get to see you! And you would get to see me! Whoever you are. You wonderful person, you. My hero.
Think about it.
Food + Running + Danielle-inevitably-making-fun-of-herself + a definite shout out in the blog + my lifelong admiration, love, esteem, and respect + a kiss (on the cheek--geez, don't get too excited).
Doesn't get much better than that.
I'd do it just for the kiss, if I were you.
And now: to the gym!
But only after I finish my nap.
[I don't have information yet about being sponsored to run; if/when I do, I'll try to post that information, if you are interested in sponsoring me. (I may have to pick a charity or something--I'll let you know if/when I do.)]