It Starts Monday.

If I can put off working out for one more week, one more day, one more hour, I would.  Now, I don't have a choice though.  Fear is my only motivation when it comes to running.  Sign me up for a race, and I train.  Not as well as I should, but I at least start moving.  I have never been one that loves to work out...I really wish I was.  I wish I was a person with really strong self control and discipline. 

Not working out becomes a problem when you love to eat as much as I do.  I seem to have this little sweet tooth that sits on my shoulder, constantly whispering in my ear, eat more chocolate!  more!  more!  more!  And, now that I have lots of baby weight PLUS pre-baby weight that I never should have had, it is time to do something.

So, my lovely husband signed us up for the Nashville half marathon.  So, of course, I leave training until the very last second possible. But now, my fear kicks in.  Fear of not being able to finish, fear of ever being able to run that far, fear of training during the winter in Boston (BOOOOO!), fear of not being able to keep up with a partner, fear of thinking that I can't train by myself...a whole slew of things. 

I have never trained alone.  I have always had some poor soul(s) to run with me.  I can't tell you how fortunate I am to have these people in my life because I am a COMPLETE nightmare to train with.  I am surprised any of them put up with me.  I complain the entire time, don't I, Sean, Sommer, Hallie, Brenda?  Don't try to tell me we are half way done if we are even 1/10 of a mile short of half way there.  Don't make me run up a hill.  Don't make me run in the cold.  I am a total baby.  This time, I am going to have to do this on my own.  YIKES. 

I wish I could come up with some really great reason to NOT train.  But I really don't have one.

So, here I go...it starts Monday.