I do not have a mind of my own. And I have the self-control of an overactive bladder.
So when a (new!) running pal goes and mentions that she's running a marathon this spring, getting me all pumped up and whatnot, I go ahead and convince myself that I need to do it, too.
Therefore I'm going to go ahead and train for a May 25 marathon.
:: slapping self in forehead ::
You guys, it's like a disease. I cannot help but feel all energized and excited when I hear others talking about their training ventures. It reminds me of my own, and it makes my heart go pitter-patter, and next thing I know, I'm spouting off 37 different variations of four-letter words at mile 16 of the marathon.
But it's so worth it.
I need to have goals. And exercise. And wildly difficult things to look forward to. And somehow it seems to be the marathon that fills that need each time.
I was originally going to run the half marathon of this event, but I'll just go ahead and increase that 13.1 miles. Remind me of how excited I was to do this when I cross the finish line in May and subsequently die of exhaustion.
And then remind me that I've also earmarked an Oct. 19 marathon date with AJ in Detroit.
See! Isn't this fun!
So now I'm going to go peruse the training program I just printed, and try to convert my 5K race pace and time into decimal form, in order to determine the pace at which I must run in order to cross the finish line in approximately 4 hours and 10 minutes.
That's all Chinese for, "I have no idea what the shit I'm talking about."