sNOw
I’m not really excited about more snow. The weather folk are talking it up like we’re going to get 3-5 inches. That’s not quite enough to cancel or postpone Saturday’s half-marathon, but it’s enough to make it unpleasant and slippery and potentially I-will-fall-on-my-ass-if-it-doesn’t-freeze-off-first producing.
I want to do the half-marathon… but I also don’t.
It’s my third. And I know that I can run it, but I also know that I’ve gained a little weight, that I haven’t gone on a run in the past, hmm, week and a half, and that it’s going to be cold and uncomfortable. I know I can finish. I’m not trying to finish in any particular amount of time. I just want to run/walk 13.1 miles in January because I can. But I’m just not looking forward to it at the moment.
I was kind of thinking it might be interesting to run one half-marathon each month this year.
Or is that just crazy?
Maybe I should eat peanut butter and watch more Sons of Anarchy and then go to sleep instead of thinking about how much I don’t want to do something that I want to do and will feel good about and be successful in (and now my feelings about the half-marathon are starting to feel oddly parallel to my feelings about this doctoral program…).
Who am I.
