About a year ago, my sister asked me to run a 5K with her. A group from her neighborhood was doing it, since that decreased the entrance fee. I agreed, with a bit of trepidation. Exercise and me don't along much. Couple that with the fact that, prior to agreeing to this, I couldn't run more than three-quarters of a mile without wanting to die/having my lungs refuse to function and you might see why it didn't seem so keen. But, I pulled it together and got it done.
I realize that a 5K isn't really much to write home about, but I was pretty proud of myself. Sure, I was a bit deflated when I saw a girl from my ward just afterwards who, after hearing how long it took me said, "Oh, good, at least I beat someone". That was completely tactful. At any rate, though, I've been keeping up running more or less (a lot closer to less the last few months, though).
So now, I have a new goal. Well, not really so much a goal as an order. My friend is prepping for a marathon*. With that in her sights, she's convinced me to run a half marathon with her this spring. So, I've four months to get myself prepped for 13.1 miles. This only seems totally unreasonable, right? I feel like posting this here will force me to be a little bit more accountable about this promise I was coerced into. And, hey, it might be a little bit fun. Or something.
*this seems unwise to me. The first guy who ran it died!