Here we are – January 11. I should be eleven days into training for the marathon on May 1.
And guess what? I’m already behind schedule. Not that I really had a schedule in the first place. I’m really getting off to a great start, aren’t I?
If there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I need to be kept accountable. In my day-to-day life, I do this with self-imposed deadlines and many, many to-do lists. Since I stopped running with a competitive team, things on that side have gotten a bit trickier. I try to keep myself on the training train by signing up for races on a regular basis, but my winter schedule is pretty much empty.
Tonight, I got home at dusk. I have a paranoid strict no-running-alone-after-dark policy, so although it was a balmy 30 degrees today, running outside is not an option. Unless I want to get even further behind schedule, my only option is to slave away at the gym on my absolute nemesis, the treadmill.
As I ate dinner with my husband, the urge to hang out on the couch grew stronger. I was mere moments from giving in. I had to do something drastic.
So I came into the office, sat down at the computer, and formally registered for the Illinois Marathon. And in that little box where you predict your finish time, I did it. I wrote down the number I’ve been thinking about for a few months now, and am just barely getting started at my attempt to put it into action.
109 days away. No refunds.
So if you’ll kindly excuse me, I have somewhere to be.