Well, I did it again. Signed up for another half marathon. Months ago, the idea of the race sounded fun. Because, well it felt like it was way into the future. But now its that time. The time to train. And for the next three months, I'll be getting my butt up two-to-three times a week at 6 am to get in long runs to make sure I don't completely embarrass myself in the race. And after I woke up for my first run this morning, when I dragged my aching body into the shower, all I could think is why did I think this was a good idea? Didn't I learn my lesson the last time?
Why do we sign ourselves up for these things? I know that once I cross that finish line, I'll feel a huge sense of accomplishment. But getting to that finish line? All those miles you run without people cheering your every step? Most of the time, those aren't really fun. Then again, if it wasn't so hard to get there, would the feeling of accomplishment be quite as great?
All I know is, I've done it again. I've signed up for another half marathon. Let the training begin!
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