The Half Marathon Begins

Last week, I decided I'm going to run a half marathon. Lindsay suggested it at Korean food last Monday and while at the time I brushed it off by Wednesday morning I started my training. And by training I mean I started with walking for 20 min on the treadmill. You see, I am really out of shape. I haven't gone to the gym regularly in a long time and I am not a runner. My family, we are not so much the athletic type... well at least my mom, myself and my brother Connor. I'm more of an eater and reader type. Both of which activities involve me either sitting on my duff or laying down. Not very active right?

So I'll talk more about the half marathon I'm doing and the training and I'm sure I'll be complaining. And now that I've announced it to the world I'm really hoping I'm going to follow through with this or else this is going to be embarrassing...

But the story I want to tell is this...
See that sad face of mine? That's after my Dapper Dan offered to get me some ice cream with chocolate sauce and then gave me supposedly 3 scoops and a teeny tiny bit of chocolate drizzled. Now I am a professional ice cream eater, and that mostly empty hot chocolate mug is not what 3 scoops is supposed to look like. When I made a face and started to complain he said "Half Marathon Babe! You're training, you gotta eat right!" And while this is true, I didn't so much appreciate the little smirk on his face while he said it.

I guess this is the start of a life style change, and a little piece of my heart broke at being denied that creamy goodness because of that change. But to 13.1 miles I go, and it'll probably be easier to run (meaning: jog slowly) those miles without any of that creamy goodness hanging around my middle. But you better believe I'll be packin' it in on the 1st of June! : )