With my new and refreshed attitude, I’m discovering some downfalls. Don’t get me wrong, right now I’m loving life! I’m enjoying my singleness (I know huh!) and the fact that I can do whatever I want. I can have a girls night or leave town with no attachments or responsibilities. Or sit on my booty staring at the walls if I want. I don’t have to ask anyone about anything and I’m realizing how much that rocks. But with that, I’m getting the feeling that I can do anything – there are no limitations.
No limitations means I can push myself and I know I’ll succeed, no matter what I do. So what do I want to do?
I’m considering doing the Las Vegas Half-Marathon in December. And I’m thinking about training so that I can RUN it? Seriously, I don’t run unless Michael Myers or Freddy Kruger is chasing me. And even then it might just be a light jog. All the while, pulling out my celly to push the 9 double ones. For shizzle, my nizzle. Not sure where my rap star-ish-ness just came from, but I’m going with it. Told you I can do anything. Suck it. (Not really sure what “it” is in this context, but whatever. I promise I didn’t do any mind-altering drugs this morning. I’m high on life. Try it. It’s good sh*t.)
ANYWAY, as I said, I might be slightly insane. But I’m remaining true to myself in that I have until the 6th to decide. Why the 6th? A coupon for $7 off the registration fee came across my email. Duh! Saving money = being true to myself. Are you following along?
Let’s make a list here (Pulling out the list-making strategy once again. Apparently you turn 32 and suddenly your brain is incapable of handling things, so you have to make lists. Or keeping with one train of thought. Or not using parenthesis. Stupid incapable brain.) ANYWAY. (I digress.) Back to the list.
Yays: New shoes, new shirt (so cute!!), new Ipod (Really my first. Don’t hate. Cassettes rock.), forced training (i.e. weight loss jumpstart!), a trip to Vegas, manhandling the Strip with my own two feet and that feeling of crossing the finish line!!
Nays: 13.1 miles and up to 3 hours of pure unadulterated pain.
Hmm. Wait, back up. New shoes, you say? Damn, hit a girl where it counts!!
Stay tuned…final decision (and more parenthesis) coming soon.
Hmmm…if you decide to walk it instead of run it let me know. Maybe we can do it together…right after we take our synthetic hormones.