I signed up for a half marathon (13.1 miles). I’m glad I did. I would totally be wallowing in self-pity about how out of shape I’ve become since being sick for a couple of months if I didn’t have this race dangling in front of me like a spoonful of cookie dough.
If it weren’t for my two friends who are amazingly dedicated to running at least 4 times/week at 5:20am I wouldn’t be making it either. I hate running the cold-but I LOVE the feeling I have afterwards of being in shape and having the self-discipline to have gotten up so blasted early to kick my butt into gear. Suffice it to say, “No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.” Hebrews 12:11
Anyone want to run with me?