so when i was a wee little wan, i wasn't exactly what you'd call "athletic." okay, well, i was rather middle-of-the-road - good enough to hold my own, and not the last one to be picked for teams. you know?
i knew how to play, i was competitive, and i was a pretty average p.e. student. but the thought of joining any of the organized teams (volleyball, softball, etc.) scared the shit out of me. i much preferred laying around on the couch with my nose in some cheesy ass harlequin romance novel instead.
but what did i do yesterday?
i signed up to run a marathon.
that's right. your eyes are not playing tricks on you. i actually joined the team of girls who ran the l.a. marathon on sunday (and a grip of others who were similarly inspired) and we're going to begin training for the nike women's marathon in san francisco. we're doing the half (13.1 miles for those are mathematically challenged) and honestly, i am pumped. i never, ever thought i'd be excited about the prospect of running my fool ass off, but i am. you know that list you've always had in the back of your mind of things you'd love to accomplish at least once in your life? well, this is one of those things for me. and, um, the tiffany necklace as a prize for finishing the thing is quite a lovely carrot dangling in front of my face. mm-hmm.
plus, there's another half marathon running through my very favorite place in the entire universe: disneyland. the medal for finishing is shaped like a castle and sounds uber lame and cheesetastic, but i can't imagine a more fun setting for a marathon (besides disney world, euro disney, tokyo disney). i'm seriously tempted to register for this, too. :X
so on october 19th, maybe we'll be taking a picture like this:
holy shit. i'm going to run a fucking marathon. i think i've lost my damn mind.