I did a really stupid thing.
Oh, you guys, I was so stupid.
So, I didn’t run much at all in November and December and then in January I didn’t run as much as I meant to and I felt in danger of falling off the running wagon. Being the brilliant person I am, I figured I could jump into action if I had something to, you know, motivate me.
Repeat: Oh good lord am I dumb.
It was the beginning of February when I decided to sign up for the Reston 10-miler which is a 10-mile (duh) race taking place on March 2.
dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb
I mean, on one hand, it’s working. I’ve already run more miles this month that I ran in all of January. On the other hand, I have managed to freak myself out more than was probably necessary by signing myself up for a race I am in no way prepared for.
You know how many times I’ve run 10 miles in a row? Once. Last July.
There is a time limit on this course. I am pretty sure I am going to come crawling in after the course has been closed.
Needless to say, I am panic training. Rather, I am PANIC TRAINING!!!!!!
All the snow that has dropped over the past week hasn’t helped much either. I’m lucky that I have a treadmill at my house, but it’s not the same thing as running outside. If you live in Snowville, next time you’re out and about, look for sidewalks. You won’t find them. You will, however, find people walking in the road because there are no sidewalks not covered by 15 inches of snow.
I’m going to try to go for a long run outside tomorrow, but I’m not going to lie, it’s extremely possible that I will break something on my body while I do it. I was walking—slowly—on a sidewalk this evening when I slipped on ice and fell on both knees and one hand. Good times.
It’s going to be even better when I come crawling in to the finish line after the course is closed with a limp.
If I’m lucky, it will be snowing.
Here’s the thing though: Imma finish this thing. It might take me a loooooong time and I am going to hurt after I cross the finish line, but even if they’ve put the finish gate in a truck and carted it away, I’m going to run until my Garmin says 10 miles.
Oh, this is going to be so hard. So very hard. I am so stupid. So very stupid.