So, because I feel the need to be publicly chastised if I fail, I'm going to continuously update you, dear Readers, each time I get off my lazy duff and prepare for this half-marathon.
So far I have Cousin Thrice-Removed encouraging me. Daily. Via instant messages. (Thanks, CTR). And now I need everyone else.
Last night I plowed through six miles around the city. I've got a shin splint hangover today, but otherwise it felt pretty good. Today's my day off, so leave me alone. But I have every intention of running this weekend.
Every. Intention. To be continued...
Countdown to half-marathon: 44 days