I've lost my mind...

COMPLETELY LOST IT!!!!

If anyone knows me, you know that I enjoy working out but running has NEVER EVER been a strong suit of mine. In high school volleyball, I was known as the girl that would a) make the mile in JUST (as in had maybe, if I was lucky, 10 seconds to spare) under our eight minute requirement and b) would throw up (sorry for the mental pictures) if I had consumed any sort of solid or liquid a good two hours prior to the run. It was and shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that running was/is by far one of my least favorite things to do... EVER! By running, I mean, long distance running and, by long distance, I mean a mile... HA HA! Yes, it's pathetic and somewhat crazy but, I would rather ran suicides or stadium stairs than get my booty on that track or heaven forbid, a darn treadmill... GROSS!

With that being said, it's time for someone to check me into the nearest hospital or quite possibly check to make sure I'm still me. I must be crazy in love because I have promised my sweet husband that I would help him accomplish one of his goals by.... running a half-marathon with him. Yes, you read that correctly, the girl that despises running with a passion has signed up to run... for fun.

I am still unsure of how he managed to get me to agree to this but, so far we have been training for the inaugural half-marathon in Arlington, http://www.americasrun.com/. We were first going to run the Oklahoma City Memorial (half) Marathon but quickly realized it's the day after one of my best friend's weddings! I thought this got me off the hook for one more year but have no fear, Jeff's research allowed us the opportunity to run one in my hometown. He persuaded me by saying, we can stay at your parent's house, eat Prespa's the night before and your parents can be there to cheer us on as we cross the finish line... (that's all it took for me to say yes... once again, I've lost it!)

So.. I will keep everyone updated on the status of our training. We began a couple of weeks ago and I dread every run we do but, I at least feel somewhat accomplished when we complete the runs. My parents still don't believe that I will do it, but they get a phone call every time we complete a run which allows me some bragging time. My Dad used to take me to the track in the summers every day a couple weeks before tryouts, so he truly understands and has seen the hatred first hand. It's fun hearing them be so proud of the hard work Jeff and I are putting in!

Although I say I am crazy, have lost my mind and don't understand why I'm doing this... I will be so proud of myself if when I make it across that finish line in Cowboys Stadium!!!