You may recall that a few weeks ago, in a fit of ill-advised spontaneity, I signed up for weight watchers. You may also remember that I predicted that I would fail, miserably, because I am a big believer in the Good Start (defined as a goal set with the best of intentions, but which is ultimately never achieved).
You also may recall that a week later I informed you the diet wasn't going well.
I can say now, in all honesty, I think the diet may have ended. The decision was made for me. I can't pinpoint exactly when this occurred but it was some time around last Thursday evening, when I ate nearly an entire baguette and wedge of brie for dinner. And the failure was confirmed yesterday at work when I plowed my way through the leftovers of a dinner meeting. Garlic bread! Cheesecake!
So I haven't lost any weight, but I haven't gained any either. That calls for celebration! Let's order a pizza.
But now I have to tell you about a Good Start that will, for real, result in a Good Finish. I'm running a half marathon.
Yes, that's 13 miles.
I'll give you a minute to finish laughing.
Are you done? Good.
This is the second time I've attempted this. I tried it last summer, planning to run the City of Angeles Half Marathon in December. Devin was doing it with me, and we had to get up every Sunday at 7am to meet with our group.
It was nice to be up that early. To run when the air was still cool. And when we were done, there was still a full day ahead of us.
The problem was that Sunday mornings followed Saturdays. And last summer's Saturdays had become days of heavy drinking by the pool.
Of course this meant I'd put myself to bed by like 9:30 on Saturday night, so I got lots of sleep. But then I woke up and wanted to vomit.
And then during the week, we were supposed to keep running. So I'd wake up early to go for runs in the morning. The problem, though, is that the farther I ran, the more time I'd have to make for it. And at this time I worked at a job with really long hours, and a really long commute. I had roughly 1 hour of free time per day.
Do you think I wanted to spend that 1 hour a day running?
See how good I am with excuses?
The official end to that Good Start was on my birthday in September. I ran a 5k and was very pleased with myself. And then I don't think I ran for about a month after that. I changed my story in my head and told myself I'd always been training for the 5k.
So here we are a year later. I'm disappointed that I never finished the half marathon. I really want to run a full marathon at some point in my life, so if I can't even do this step, I'm hopeless.
And so I'm training now with a team, and doing it as a fundraiser. This way, knowing that people have given me money, I have to finish. I simply HAVE TO.
I'm running for Train To End Stroke. The decision to go with this group was largely inspired by my aunt, who died of a stroke last year.
Right now I'm only in week 1 so I haven't screwed it up yet.
If you'd like to find out more about my training program, or if you'd like to make a donation to this great cause, you can visit my fundraising website.
Thanks! And here's hoping I have a good week 2.