Remember when I told you guys that I would never, ever run a marathon? Or a half marathon? That I had no desire to. That those things were for crazy people?
Meet Golightly. One of the crazies.
Running a half marathon in May.
I'm looking at it this way, I have five months to train (because seriously, I've only ran once since the trot and holiday sugar treats like to say hello to my butt like they want to make out with it, drunkedly) or five months to bail out. Knowing me, I'll be training. The upside is, its just in time to put back on a bathing suit, so all that training will do me good.
Seriously, 13.5 miles, WTF.