Of course it was only a matter of time. I told myself I could just run another half—that lots of people run lots of halfs before they ever attempt a full--and myself laughed haughtily and told me to suck it.
So I signed up for the full Country Music Marathon training and will spend the next four months freezing my ass off running 10 and 20 milers in the bitter cold at the crack of dawn WAIT WHY DID I SIGN UP FOR THIS?! training toward a positive and worthwhile goal.
Well, maybe not worthwhile. But healthy for sure!
Or maybe not entirely healthy. But INSANE! Definitely insane.
But a "good" insane. Unlike the kind of insane that happens when you spend an entire winter with your mouth full of crunched up fruit stripe candy canes.
NOM NOM NOM, leave me alone this one was from the back, no, only Mommies are allowed to eat the candy canes off the tree. The elves turn the candy canes into poison when little boys do it. Of course the elves are nice! They poison the candy canes out of love.
Winters are tough.
The dark. The cold. The butter cookies.
Not to mention the butter sculptures. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I love this weird country of ours.
But I’ve made so much progress with running over the past year, I didn’t want to throw it all away over a couple of months of OH WHO CARES IT’S CHRISTMAS NEW YEARS VALENTINE’S DAY ST. PATRICK’S DAY THE HOLIDAYS.
So I’m training for a marathon insane. Ha ha! See what I just did there? I meant to type instead, but I typed INSANE.
So. There you have it.
So I signed up for the full Country Music Marathon training and will spend the next four months freezing my ass off running 10 and 20 milers in the bitter cold at the crack of dawn WAIT WHY DID I SIGN UP FOR THIS?! training toward a positive and worthwhile goal.
Well, maybe not worthwhile. But healthy for sure!
Or maybe not entirely healthy. But INSANE! Definitely insane.
But a "good" insane. Unlike the kind of insane that happens when you spend an entire winter with your mouth full of crunched up fruit stripe candy canes.
NOM NOM NOM, leave me alone this one was from the back, no, only Mommies are allowed to eat the candy canes off the tree. The elves turn the candy canes into poison when little boys do it. Of course the elves are nice! They poison the candy canes out of love.
Winters are tough.
The dark. The cold. The butter cookies.
Not to mention the butter sculptures. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I love this weird country of ours.
But I’ve made so much progress with running over the past year, I didn’t want to throw it all away over a couple of months of OH WHO CARES IT’S CHRISTMAS NEW YEARS VALENTINE’S DAY ST. PATRICK’S DAY THE HOLIDAYS.
So I’m training for a marathon insane. Ha ha! See what I just did there? I meant to type instead, but I typed INSANE.
So. There you have it.
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