I Must Be Crazy

I don't run. I would not at all call myself a runner or any sort of athlete for that matter. I work out when I want to be in better shape but never because I think it is going to be fun. I am inconsistent, there have been times I consistently worked out but those periods lasted no longer than 90 days (I didn't finish my P90X - sorry Tony).

Over the Holidays I was at Barnes and Noble with hubs (who happens to be a consistent athlete who choses to work out for fun) and he was reading a Runners World magazine while I was reading Eating Animals (he reads about working out while I read about mass consumption - we were made for each other) and hubs came across a "challenge". Said challenge - "Run every distance on every terrain in a year" - or "hell on earth". My natural reaction was to balk, and then I caved (another trait I seem to have at times) and agreed that it would be fun for Mat and I to do this together. I was obviously not myself at the moment but I think it's too late - I am committed.

You should also know that I like to make fun of myself and others, a trait that seems to be stronger when I am frustrated, angry, losing a real or made-up-in-my-head competition or just failing in general - my assumption is that I will be experiencing all of these emotions/situations in the coming weeks and months. Knowing my tendency to run my mouth is going to escalate I choose to let any and all participate in my ramblings.

So I am an inconsistent non-athlete who committed to running no fewer than 6 races this year. It's going to be a long road, it's all up hill from here, I'm in for the long haul, insert your choice of running/distance cliche here. I may die but that would be better than quitting.