Yesterday morning before work I zipped up and buttoned my crazy pants. I even added a belt for good measure; there was no way I was getting out of this. I spent the first few hours at the office letting the insanity build up. And then this happened:
It’s official – I am now registered for my first marathon. Holy effing crap.
Today after work I slowly began to realize what I got myself into. And then this happened:
Out came the wine and my “I mean business” glass. I am absolutely obsessed with training plans, and there’s no better time like the present to get to work on one for October. So what if the plan begins in July? I don’t care – I’m going to be ready.
My legs still aren’t fully recovered from Sunday, and I’ve already registered for a race twice the distance AND started drafting a training plan.
Clearly I have issues.