This morning I did it. I signed up for the half marathon. I'm not going to lie...I'm freaking out a bit.
I ran 8 miles last weekend and it was rough. This Saturday I will attempt to run 9.5. Next weekend it will be 11, followed by 12...and then the big day. 13.1 miles.
It seems insane to me. Why in the world would I put myself through this? This is why.
So here's the deal, I need a favor from all you folks out there that love me so much. Running is not so bad when your mind is off wandering. Running is tough when all you're thinking about is putting one foot in front of the other.
I need you to pick a mile. Pick a mile and leave it in my comment section. Pick a mile and email me about it. Pick a mile and post it on my facebook page. I don't care how you let me know, just pick a mile. Multiple people can pick the same mile.
My thought is that I make a list and during each mile I focus on someone special in my life (that would be you). I'll think about fun times we had together, upcoming plans, a special moment...whatever. That's my job to come up with the content. I just need you to pick a mile.
You can pick any mile except 12 or 13. Mile 12 will be for Clif, Ainsley, and Freddie. Without them being so awesome I would never have been able to get through this training. Mile 13 will be for me. Let's face it, this race is benefiting, or hurting, me the most. So I'm going to give myself a mile.
So there you go...that's my request. I need at least 11 people...I hope I have 11 people reading this. I'll write down your name next to whatever mile you choose and I will spend that mile focused on you and why you are so special to me.
It's the only way I'm going to get through 13 miles, 2.5 hours, of running.
