I must be insane.
My stomach sure thinks so. It gets all queasy and crampy every time I think about what I have committed myself to today. I keep having to run to the bathroom just from the pure anxiety, fear, and excitement that are wreaking havoc on my intestines.
What's got me so crazy?
I decided to bite the bullet and start training for a half marathon. THIS half marathon in fact.
*runs to bathroom*
I'm scared to death! I'm excited beyond belief! I'm definitely insane.
Running. 13.1 miles.
I weigh 246.5 pounds. I can only run about a mile without stopping. I have four little kids.
But I have 14 and a half weeks to train.
I have a willing heart.
And I even have a sister who has agreed to do it with me!
I can do this. I can do this? I can do this!