I found a training program online entitled "Couch to Half-Marathon" and only required 98 training days. Pretty perfect, since I was at 102 when I found the thing, and have already been training off and on for several months. Now it's go time. No more missed days, no more excuses. It's going to be tough, especially since I'm moving across the country in two weeks (okay, maybe one or two missed days. Ugh.) and because I can't really seem to keep to a normal sleeping pattern when left to my own devices. Running in the morning seems to be key. The gym gets really hot, even on cool days, and it's been hitting the 30s lately so here I am at midnight, about to go run 3 miles.
My diet also tends to go to shit when I'm cooking for one trying desperately to use up all the obscure groceries that remain. I think another grocery run or two will be needed before moving anyway, but it's still less than ideal. I can't afford to procrastinate until I get to Virginia (but knowing me, I probably will. Sigh!). Anyway, time to suit up and run three miles. I always hate the idea of running until I actually start running... Disneyland... Disneyland... Disneyland...
94 days.
