I’m an all-or-nothing kind of girl. Once my mind is set on something, nothing but the Great Wall of China can get in my way… and even that, I’d probably find a hole to squeeze through. So apologies to my faithful web friends, I really did miss writing… but for the last two weeks, the gym has temporarily dethroned the blog as my preferred past time because, well, Eric has set us a goal, and I’m ALL IN.
Next May, we are running the Broad Street Run. It’s a 10 mile run, and for someone who has never jogged more than a mile without huffing, puffing, and STOPPING, this would be a HUGE accomplishment. All you marathon runners out there, cut me some slack. Running 10 miles is, to me, just unfathomable, unnatural, and completely uncomfortable. An elephant would run it more willingly than me. But he says we can do it. It’ll be good for us. Yadda yadda. With a bit of persuasion and a little more bargaining* I was in. The training has started, and we’ve set an interim goal of 3 miles by the end of the year.
*The other day over dinner, Eric stunned me with a simple compliment… “I like your style.” Leave it to me to turn a compliment into an interrogation, but I honestly had no idea what the man was talking about. What style?? What do you mean?? He pointed at the clip holding my hair up… the one I grabbed because it was the closest and quickest… the one that probably cost a dollar from Target. And the stream of consciousness that ensued was something like My poooor husband! He likes this hair clip… I should wear more accessories… but I don’t have any… I am depriving him… I need to get more… accessories… for him!! And you may think me dramatic, vain, maybe both, but I’m just trying to be loving you know? With that, a brilliant plan was born. My incentive for hitting the gym at least 3 times a week… an accessory per week of working out! Well, given the minimal value we settled on, it’s probably more like 1/4 an accessory per week, but it works. At least now I’ll be running toward style, and not just a sweaty finish line.