For the past three months I have been training for a half-marathon. Impressed, are you? Don't be. I use the term "training" very loosely. The first month went incredibly well: calendar on the fridge, boxes to check when assigned workout was completed (and most were). And then something happened. Partly was that I got a bad case of allergies or cold or something, but that's no excuse! So needless to say, I have reduced my expectation to a 10K...hey, it's still over 6 miles...and my training is now only mental. I tell myself everyday, "Don't worry. You won't die. It's not like you have to run the whole thing. Completion is the goal."
That's right ladies and gents. I have adequately prepared myself for a substandard performance.
Cowtown, here I come!
1 comment:
so proud of you! substandard or not it's more than i'm doing. gotta go, the couch & a box of girl scout cookies are calling...
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