Headed Home for a RunA few weeks ago, I decided that I needed to lace up and get back into the running game.  As usual, I went ahead and also decided to train for a race.  A 5k?  Of course not — that makes too much sense.  I decided that I would go big or keep my ass at home, so I figured a half marathon would make perfect sense (I know, I’m buggin’).  And, not only did I make this decision, but I boldly shared it with my Facebook friends and even got a couple of people I’m cool with to commit to the race as well.

After about two weeks of training, life decided that I was apparently overdo for a heavy dose of stress and a few things prevented me from adhering to my training schedule.  My mom’s health began to decline, she ended up hospitalized, and I found myself drowning in a to-do list that got longer everyday.  During these difficult weeks, I figured that my half marathon dreams would have to take a back seat because there was no way I’d be able to run a race in April without training.

Right when I was about ready to give up on the whole idea of running this race, I got a message from my friend, Sheree, from Smart N Sassy Mom, telling me that she just signed up and it was my turn.  “Dag! Now I have to sign up,” is what I thought. I told her how long it was since I even attempted running and she told me that she had a foot injury.  DAG! This chick is not playing.

So, I decided to put on a pair of sneakers and my big girl panties and lace up for a run that very night. Right after my run I whipped out my credit card and registered for the More/Fitness Women’s Half Marathon, just like I said I would.  I can’t front — the fact that this race is in my hometown, New York City, definitely gave my that extra boost I needed to do this.

I am now less than 13 weeks away from race day and I just started following a 12 week training program.  Even if I have to crawl across that finish line with tears in my eyes, I will complete this race.  Frankly, I still don’t think I have the time to train for it.  But I also realize that without maintaining my health and sanity, my family, my writing career and everything else in my life will suffer.  I might as well do something that will make me feel great and probably give me the strength I need to deal with everything else life throws my way this year.

Sheree, I will see you in NYC in April.

Peeps, wish me luck.  I’d love to act all cute and say I don’t need it, but I do. I’ll keep you posted on my progress.