On Monday, my husband signed me up to run the half marathon with him. Yup, this October 15th I will hopefully be running in the 2011 Baltimore Running Festival. Sure that sounds like no big deal, I workout 5 days a week, I wasn’t the recent victim of some rare disease of an alien abduction or a really bad Canadian goose bite, there is no real reason I can’t do this other than I don’t run. I’m not a runner. Period. (Chasing down asshole ex-boyfriends doesn’t count.) I have never, ever, ever run a race before. Not a 5k, not a fun run, nothing. Nada. Zippi. Light Chicken Gravy.
As part of the University of Maryland Children’s Heart Program Running team, I will either embarrass the hell out of myself or succeed. I lean toward success only because I don’t want to wait too long in the beer line as a straggler. I’ve seen what happens after the two hour mark.