Let me preface this blog by stating that the title is not a reference to the Black Eyed Peas song of the same name. Fine. Maybe it is. Don't judge me. It's good workout music.
So, here's the story of this blog in a nutshell (What does that saying even mean?):
I used to run XC and track in high school, and I remember thinking at my last race, Ugh, thank GOD I'm done with this. Running sucks! Why did I choose to do this for four years? I then proceeded to enjoy a lovely summer sans-exercise. Then, along came college, and I started getting the urge to run again. I fought it for as long as I could, but I started running one month into my freshman year and haven't stopped since (That makes it sound like I've been running for years. I'm a sophomore now, you do the math.) Now that I've finally come to terms with the fact that I'm a runner, through and through, I've decided to run a half marathon. Yeah, I know, the marathon is the real race, blah blah blah, whatever. The most I've ever run was 8 miles, once, like two years ago. So 13 (13.1! Don't forget the extra .1!) is kind of a big deal. I decided to start this blog to chronicle the successes/trials/failures/difficulties/whatever else you encounter while training for a race. I'll be following the Ultimate Half-Marathon Training Plan from Runner's World, mostly because it has ultimate in the title. I'm a sucker for anything that sounds official. Anyway, I'll be including other topics outside my running, because, well, that would be boring, both for me to write and you to read. I think that just about sums it up.
And on that note, let the training commence!*
*As I write this, I'm five days into training, so technically the training has already commenced. But the symbolism is still there!