Training

I am training for my upcoming trip to Sado. I want to lose the 5 pounds that snuck up on me out of nowhere since the last time I weighed myself a couple of months ago, plus build up my upper body strength (push-ups, yo--100 a day), plus build endurance so a 45 minute run is just maintenance. Plus we did some funky yoga leg squatting things the other day that turned my quads into jelly but which must be doing something good. I have 2 months. Less than that actually. Seven weeks to a better me. I cover my ears and say Nya-Nya-Nya! when Crissy and Janet have said that things there are not that hard. No, I want to believe that they will be that hard. That's such great motivation. I hear there's this hill we have to run up every morning. Did I say hill? I actually mean MOUNTAIN. Yeah, 45% grade, uphill, both ways. I can do this.

A month or two ago a friend of mine said she wanted to run a marathon. I didn't tell her that normal people usually train intensively for 6, 9 or 12 months to get to the point where they can run a marathon. They eat and sleep in whole new ways and spend countless hours with running clubs or buddies to get to the starting line. But I know that she doesn't pay attention to those kinds of things and if she wants to run a marathon, then, eh, she'll run a marathon. There is no sense in telling someone that something isn't possible if they don't want it to be impossible. So even though I'm not training for a marathon, I can at least have the mindset that I'm training for something almost as hard.