So, I've signed up to run the Salt Lake City half-marathon in April. I'm crazy, I know. Thing is, I've had a desire to run a marathon ever since I helped out with the St. George marathon while I was in nursing school. I remember thinking all those people were nuts. Half of them looked like they were about ready to pass out and it was only like 5 miles into the race. But then I began to admire all of those people, running their little hearts out, faces all sweaty and red, jaws hanging open...running a marathon is definitely no small feat. So, in my ambitious, gotta-do-everything, gotta-show-everybody-how-tough-I-am attitude, I put running a marathon on my mental list of things I wanted to accomplish in my life.
And here I am, training for a half-marathon. I ran 8 miles yesterday; I think it's the farthest I've ever run in my life, and I felt like I could have kept going. I feel really good; I feel like I can finally get back to my pre-pre-pregnancy weight (my weight before I got pregnant with Kylie). I have that whole-body soreness where it hurts to get out of bed in the morning, but at the same time it feels good to hurt like that because then you know you've worked your butt off. Hopefully, it will be literal before long. ;)