I am NOT a runner. I never have been. I'm friends with runners, lots of them. My older brother Paul is a huge runner. I've watched him in several races including full marathons and even a 1/2 Ironman triatholon. None of these races ever inspired me to become a runner. Most everyone I've seen in these races were either crazy or they looked miserable! I wasn't interested in either. My roommate Layne is also a runner. I went with her last year to support her while she ran the St. Jude 1/2 Marathon in Memphis, TN. Honestly, I thought I would never, ever want to actually run in a race.
I think the first time that I ever thought about running was when Paul got back from Afghanistan and did his 1/2 Ironman. The week before he got back, my sister-in-law Annie, put on a 5K race to raise money to help sponser Paul in his ironman. It was at that race that I first thought maybe I could enjoy this. I came home and ran with Layne 2 1/2 miles! Ever since then, I've had it in the back of my mind to run a real race.
Well, here we are today. I have committed to run the St. Jude half marathon on December 4 this year. Layne is going to be my trainer, and we start next week. She said I needed to be able to run 2 miles before we started. So I'm trying to get there by next week. I've decided to blog about my experience. I'm going to run this afternoon to see how far I can go! Hopefully by December 4, I'll be able to run 13.2 miles. Yikes. I can't believe I'm going to do this. Pray for me!
