So, my psychotic friends have decided it would be 'fun' to walk the mini. Some of them even suggested running it- can you imagine? But we are not crowd people, so one of the gals (not to name names- Ronda) said she will prepare a route for us out in the country. Just this group of us. No gatorade stations, no free t-shirt, no golf cart shuttle when you collapse, no paramedics- just us and the beans.
She (again, Ronda) mentioned a mini- mini. I was thinking 'Heck yeah, a mini mini- what 2 miles with a rest stop 1/2 way?' She meant 'the full mini- just in a different spot of town mini'. Ackkkk.
No one else thinks it's a big deal, so I was all 'pushhht- 13 miles. I'm in'. Eeee gad.
Then there was a training calendar circulated, it says we should start training on Jan 12. Since I am such a fine specimin of health and fitness, I decided to wait to start until then.
Now my foot is all 'ouch'. It is getting better, so for now I am still planning to begin my training. Sometime.
What in the heck am I thinking? I guess, in the Fall, I was thinking "this will motivate me to get all skinny and hot". Now that it's Winter and the mini- mini bean field tour is coming rapidly, and I am soooo not skinny and hot, I gasp at the thought.
If I can walk a 25 minute mile- which I can in the air conditioned gym on a treadmill (with restroom facilities should I decide to take a pee), then it will take me a mere 5 hours and 42 minutes to walk this death trap. If I can maintain that fast pace the whole time (which I doubt).
My friends will laugh, their husbands will laugh, my children will laugh. I will cry.
What on earth will motivate me to get off my sorry behind and do something about this? I eat a lot of bread, sometimes for meals with nothing else, I adore sweets, which I try not to bring into the house, but for crying out loud- I eat the yogurt with the enzymes. You know- the miracle stuff that regulates digestion and all other bodily functions. What's up with that?
I'm going to do this. I am.
But it will not be 'fun'. I know it won't. They are liars, my friends. They also probably think it will be fun to rip out our toenails afterwards, and then shave our legs with a lawn mower. I digress. This is my choice to participate. I know that. I will try (really hard) not to whine too much.
I plan to bring the snacks. Whiskey and pretzels.