I'm extremely nervous for this weekend. Why you ask?
Because for some crazy reason, that I cannot for the life of me remember now, I signed up for a half marathon.
This Saturday my husband and I will be running the Provo Halloween Half Marathon.
You see, I am not a runner. It goes against my very nature. I probably run slower than some people can walk. You think I joking but I assure you I am not.
I haven't mentioned one thing on this blog about the race up until now because I didn't want everyone to know what a loser I was when I backed out. Well guess what, I'm not backing out! So I'm already a winner right?! yay!
You see this was going to be the thing that makes me lose the rest of that dang baby weight. Well that hasn't exactly happened. I've lost minimal weight. Luckily when I get really discouraged I have a sweet husband that tells me I'm super hot. He humors me and it works.
Speaking of my sweet husband. As mentioned before he will be running the race as well. You see I've been training for this for 16 weeks now. That's quite awhile. On the other hand my husband doesn't believe in such a involved training schedule. His training thus far has included running about 4 or 5 times. And of course each of those times he runs faster than me and acts like it's no big deal when I feel like I must certainly be dying.
Also, Colin will run 4 or 5 miles with me once and BAM! loses 8 pounds. Now is that fair? I don't think so. When he tells me he's lost weight I have a keep my cool and act like it's totally awesome. (cause it is right?) I try very hard to keep my angry jealous thoughts to myself and I admit sometimes I fail.
My dad is also running. He's a big time runner and does lots of races so I keep asking him questions like, So what if they like close down the finish line before I get there? (He assures me they won't.) What if everyone passes me and I look stupid? But then he said "Marissa everyone is worried about themselves and they don't care about you at all." Surprisingly, hearing how one cares about me was comforting.
So I'm off to find our costumes for the race. Apparently if you don't dress up you're lame and we definitely don't want to be lame.