What Was I Thinking?

My friend L in San Diego asked me if I would partake with her in a half marathon, and a very cool one. It’s the Rock and Roll ½ Marathon and I think it takes place at different times of the year in other locations, but the one she is talking about is in San Jose on October 5th. She had mentioned doing it last year, but then she didn’t end up doing it. What I like about this marathon is that the route comes very close to our house, only two blocks away, in fact. Last year we went out and watched the runners and walkers for a while, and because there is a band every mile of the route, there was a band set up right by our house.

It’s a half marathon, so only 12 miles. Who am I kidding, it’s 12 FREAKING MILES. And mostly flat. But, it’s 12 miles. I just can’t get past that. So, when L asked me if I wanted to attempt it with her, I said sweetly, “Um. I don’t think so. But, if you do it you can stay at my house and I will cheer you on.” And then I told Josh about it, and he asked why I didn’t want to do it. 12 miles, people. 12 miles! And then he says in this teasy tone, “but, Jenna, it’s mostly flaaaaat”, and I could tell he wanted to call me a chicken, but didn’t. He then also placed a nice wager, saying that if I completed the marathon in 12 hours (yes, that would be just one mile per hour – who couldn’t do that?) he would do something very cool that I can’t talk about.

So, the next day I emailed L with just this: “I’m totally IN!!!” I’m totally committed now, but you know what? I thought about it a lot and this is like one of those things in life that’s on a list of things to do before you die. I think it would be very cool to do this – a goal and something to look forward to. I’m so ready. What would be even cooler is if Josh and the girls actually saw us and took pictures. OMG, I would feel like an athlete. Now, that’s scary. It’s time to dust of the ‘ye olde treadmill that I have used ONCE in the past three years. Who knows, maybe I’ll even turn my body into a muscle machine, but we’ll have to see about that.

I also don’t want you to think that I am excluding you all…This is an open invitation to join me and L on our marathon journey. Don’t worry, our pace might be as slow as turtles, be we are damn well going to finish it.