A few weeks ago my friend, Jamie, posted something on the facebook stating she was thinking about running a 1/2 marathon in Indianapolis in November and wanted to know if anyone else was interested. I foolishly (we'll see?) mentioned that I might be, and the idea was born. A few weeks later, I found myself strategically planning out my vacation time and wondering if I could financially make it work. I continued to tell Jamie I was still working on it. This past Monday night (7/26/10) I was goofing around on my computer while my dear husband was washing cars and cleaning out the garage and unpacking the camping gear from the weekend, and I found a round trip flight to/from Chicago for $240 (including taxes) that I just couldn't pass up. I bought it. I might have freaked out a little in the mean time. I got excited and scared and might have peed a little knowing that I'd be seeing some friends who I hadn't seen in about 5 years. I called an old friend (my first friend I met when I moved to Indiana) and told her she better be damn sure she's going to be in town the first weekend in November.
Anyway, that began my trek on this 1/2 marathon kick. Not gonna lie, I really wasn't sure at that time that I was going to be able to run 13.1 miles by November, as I wasn't sure I could even run a mile on Monday night. So I decided to take my dog, Seymour, for a 3-mile walk (he was thrilled!) that night after purchasing my plane ticket. A little over 1/2 way through the walk I decided to jog a little bit. I figure I probably ended up running about a mile before I got to my house. Satisfied with myself, I went inside. I think I dreamed about Chicago...
Indianapolis, here we come!
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