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I think I can, I think I can, I think I can ...
Tomorrow I officially head out to run a half-marathon. I say "officially" since I've run the distance in training with a distance running class, on a route that's even hillier than tomorrow's route. (It's the Dexter-Ann Arbor run, if anyone's curious. I'm number 1855.)
And for all those times when I thought -- a class for running? WTF? -- it's worth it with a good coach and the right people, at least for me. The thought of going out and running 10 or 12 miles (or even six or seven) on my own is daunting, but knowing that Liz and Lorray and Dave and Susie and everyone else will be there as well gives me a reason to get out the door, and the miles are much easier to handle with a group.
Since this is my first half-marathon, I've told myself to be happy with any time, though I'm hoping to finish in under 2:30.
And for all those times when I thought -- a class for running? WTF? -- it's worth it with a good coach and the right people, at least for me. The thought of going out and running 10 or 12 miles (or even six or seven) on my own is daunting, but knowing that Liz and Lorray and Dave and Susie and everyone else will be there as well gives me a reason to get out the door, and the miles are much easier to handle with a group.
Since this is my first half-marathon, I've told myself to be happy with any time, though I'm hoping to finish in under 2:30.