Who in their right mind would ever think that me…a 40 year old father of a bunch who used to consider Kraft Dinner to be a full meal…would even consider running/jogging/crawling through a half marathon?
Certainly not me.
Yet that seems to be the case at this point. Because I have got a wedding coming up that I’ve been trying to get into “okay” shape for, thus I have changed a lot of my eating habits and have been exercising a bit. That seems to be decent enough motivation, but I think I was looking for something more. That “something” came in the form of a little motivation called the HALF MARATHON.
Y’see, Sunshine pitched the idea to me initially and I was really hesitant. I mean, really? Me? Walking 21 km (13 mi) all at one time? You’ve GOT to be kidding me! There is NO WAY that this 200+lb man is going to be able to walk that kind of distance without collapsing into a heap mid-way through.
But then I thought about it for a second. Why couldn’t I do it? What is the real obstacle in my path other than laziness and worn-out excuses?
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been getting out and hitting the pavement. While it has slacked off the past two weeks due to (a) being sick and (b) ummm…”other” issues, I’m fully focused and ready to get back out there and continue on the path to healthiness. I’ve already lost 10 lbs and, about a month ago, Sunshine and I walked 15 km (9 mi) on a Sunday morning…which is over 3/4 of a half marathon. While sore and a bit tired, I fully believe that I could have continued going if I had to.
What this means is that when I walk my half marathon, I’ll be ready. I’ll be TOTALLY ready. I may not run and I may not jog, but I’ll be walking strong and proud over the finish line with my NEW WIFE by my side. Hell, the marathon is even taking place on my birthday and has a pirate theme (SERIOUSLY)…how can it NOT end up being totally awesome??