I think I can... I think I can...

I have never been an athletic soul. I was always the personality person who was good at school and band and clubs... My sister Natalie was always the athletic one in the family. She played basketball and enjoyed volleyball. Now she runs.

I've never run in my life. That's not exactly true... I tried out for track in high school. I figured a full-figured gal like myself would do really good at the FIELD part--you know, shot put, discus, etc. I think I could have done that part really well, it was the miles of running we had to do with the TRACK people that killed it. I lasted a week if that! After that, if I did anything it was WALKING.

Last fall, Brett and I decided that we finally wanted to get serious about taking care of ourselves. Long story short, in November we joined our gym and I joined Fit Camp. Fit camp is set up like a light version of The Biggest Loser. It lasts for six weeks and is designed for a small group of about six people who meets each day with a trainer for an hour workout, plus we keep food diaries, discuss our nutrition issues, etc. It was absolutely fantastic. Because the class was so small, we were able to try all areas of the gym--spinning, machines, water, drills in the gym, pilates, etc. I learned that I actually LOVE water aerobics, can handle machines twice a week, and of course, I still love to walk. And, after six weeks of torture, I was actually able to do it without much pain. Pretty cool, huh?

Okay, back to the reason for this post.

In the past year or two, Natalie has gotten really good and runs 5K, 10K, etc. So after her adventure in Kansas City last year, I heard about the Music City Marathon here in Nashville. Silly me, I called and sort of teased and taunted her--and of course that meant she took me up on my offer. She would run the 1/2 marathon if I would walk it.

So... I realized this morning that it is now the 28th of January. The event is at the end of April. I guess I'd better get on the stick since I haven't walked more than two miles together yet--let alone 13!

This morning, Riley and I went out for our usual walk, only we decided to go on an adventure. We walked and then took a turn here and another turn there and then went up a street and back down another just having a jolly good time. He loves to run and play. I just try to keep up. Anyway, two hours later we arrived back at the apartment. When I checked it out on Google Maps, we had walked a little over 5 miles. It took two hours, and we were pooped by then, but I don't think I've ever walked five miles together. So... I think I can. I think I can... I just might be able to put together 13 whole miles with three more months of training (and Riley pulling me along!) What an accomplishment THAT would be!