In case any of you are keeping track, I have a whopping 16 days left until I'm supposed to run a marathon. As I mentioned before, training took quite a hit after the holidays and I more or less (definitely more, big time) never recovered. I've been doing everything but training the last month. I mean, I've been running but nothing that will lead up to a successful 26.2 miles. First of all, I recently gave into peer pressure and started watching 'Downton Abbey.'
Yes, I know, I'm late to the party. Four years late, but when you think the premise of a show is basically people cleaning a big house in the early 1900s, you don't really jump at the chance to binge watch your way through it. Big mistake. I am currently convinced there is no better show on television. It's hard to get off the couch and run 15+ miles when Maggie Smith is yelling at people.
You know what also makes running difficult? Puppy snuggles.
We've made leaps and bounds in the whole letting me sleep more than ten minutes, but now when I wake up she likes to do this cute thing where she yawns and sticks her tongue out as far as she can and then pretends to snuggle into my shoulder, but then bites my hair, and then I yell at her and immediately feel bad for doing so, so we just lay in the bed and snuggle until I'm certain she's forgiven me for yelling. It usually takes up two hours.
Also, I like to sit at home and stare at my hand.
That is probably the most time consuming of all of my activities that interferes with my running. I've tried running and staring at my ring, but again, I'm not exactly a walk and chew gum at the same time kind of girl, so that would just result in my first trip to the emergency room as a fiancée. (Sorry) I would like to give you a time frame of when the bragging about being engaged will stop, but I'm assuming that will line up with a wedding date, which hasn't been set yet, so as of now, I am permanently insufferable. I'm ok with it, you can be too.
Anyways, the point of this is, I will not be running 26.2 miles in 16 days, and basically I have no good reason. All of this was to distract you with puppies and shiny things. Usually works ON me, thought it would work FOR me this time. Seriously though, sometimes, you just have to know your limits, and for now my limit is 13.1 miles. The nice thing about a marathon is they'll typically let you back out and run a half marathon that same day instead. I keep telling myself this probably happens a lot. The lesson learned here is: Marathons cannot be run immediately following the holidays. Well, at least not by somebody who likes to drown herself in eggnog and pie. Oh well. I still get a medal and a picture, and that's all that really matters. Hey, at least this way I'll get to keep all my toenails.
Enjoy your Friday, kids.