My mind finally seems to be on board. I don't have this complete mental fight with myself as I debate whether to run or not. My mind seems to have given in, probably due to the fact that September 14th is rapidly approaching.
My body on the other hand seems to be fighting me...one run my knee hurts, then my other knee hurts, then both my knees hurt, then my back hurts...yada yada yada.
I just hurt. All the time.
Am I not built for running?
I ask myself that probably every day now.
I feel like I am fighting all the forces of nature every time I slip on those running shoes. Like the earth is telling me to STOP IT because I just wasn't created for such a thing.
But I want to be a
I'm not so sure it is.
So now I have a new obsession that is arising.
(I can see Jonathan shaking is head right now as he reads this)
Just like the marathon, and the juicing, when I want to do something- I will do it!
The only thing stopping me from this obsession is large amounts of money.
But one day it will happen, and I will be happy.
Because if I can't be a saunterer- then there is only one thing I can be.
Yep, you read that right. I want to be a biker.
Post marathon, and post spending $1,000 on Jonathans PT applications.
We (yes you also read that right, because Jonathan actually likes biking) are going to become bikers.
And we will live happily, knee ache free, poor ever after.
So my next goal.
A century ride.
Me, a bike, 100 miles, and a very, very sore bum.