I have a secret.

I have not talked about it to very many people. And I only kinda mentioned it on the blog.
I have been in serious denial.
No, it is not another baby.

I signed up to run a half marathon.

I hate running.
In high school I used to get pissed when Coach Howard would make the volleyball team run ONE mile on Monday mornings. And I ran it in 7 mins and 15 seconds and she told me I should have been faster.
I would kill to be able to run that fast now.

I seriously am not a runner.
I can sprint.
I can walk.
Ohhh I am a great walker.

13.1 miles.
What did I get myself into.
Oh, I know... most of you are like what?! Its only a HALF marathon. Not a FULL marathon.

Trust me, my goal is to not die.
AND
To actually run the whole thing without walking.

So, the first 4 weeks... I just showed up to the trainings. I didn't do my 'homework'. And I finished. (Not even last!) Well since getting back from the cruise I have stepped up my training. Apparently, you just can't show up and run 13 miles.

Saturday: 4.2miles (should have been 6 but I over slept and met my team on the side of the road)
Sunday: 3 miles
Monday: Nada
Tuesday: 3 miles in the am 3.2 in the pm
Wednesday: Nada
Today: 4 miles in the am, and 3.7 in the pm
Tomorrow: Zero
Saturday: 7 MILES God bless america. WTF?  If you are up at 6:30 am say a little happy running thought for me.

I don't really know why I signed up for it. I had one very persistent friend (she quit blogging, but I have known her since my Zeta days). Who is actually a runner. And has done this before. And now, its like I have reached the point of no return. Brandon has been running with me in the evenings. And he is having no problem and he pushes 100 extra pounds of stroller/2 year olds. Seriously, he is just good like that.

So, here is my new motto:

It may not be pretty... but I AM doing it.

And I gave Brandon a list of prizes I want for completing it. He said they were all solid requests. Because lets be really honest... I need prizes to keep my feet moving.