Running Down a Dream

Several years ago, I promised myself I'd run a marathon by the time I was 30. Who was I kidding? I could barely run a mile without serious pain or sweat. Over the last year I worked my way up to 2 miles, then 2.5, and of course I completed a 5K (3.1 miles) back in September.

Gal Pal Stephanie and friend CJ run with me a few nights a week to continue our progress. However, the freaking cold weather that finally hit makes it pretty hard to keep motivated when it's dark and bitterly cold at 8pm.

We've decided to train for a half marathon in the Big City, the day after my 30-th bday. 13.something miles is doable. We're officially beginning hardcore training in January, a few months out from the big race.

My problem and concern is that whenever I hit mile three, my feet go numb. As in pins and needles, I can't feel my toes, or foot for that matter. I've been reading up on what might cause it all...and I think it's just old worn out tennis shoes. Maybe Santa will bring me some for Christmas.

Oh...and Wes says to Sarah, "I'm not a pussy, so go lick one and quit commenting on my blog with that." :-)

Smooches
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