Just Call Me Flo-Jo

...Ok, not really. But I am happy to report that since my last post (eons ago), I successfully completed a half-marathon. And I'm even happier to report that I ran all but about 8 or so minutes of the 13.1 miles. Honestly that was much better than I was anticipating considering that the farthest I had run in training was 10.6 miles and that was 4 weeks before the ING. The last 4 weeks of "training" I devoted to writing papers for class and eating chocolate chip cookies so all things considered, I am very proud of my accomplishment! I will definitely do another one. I think that I've got one half-marathon in me a year and I will probably try to run other ones outside of the ATL so I can incorporate another favorite past-time (travel) into the fun. I'm thinking that the Country Music (Half) Marathon in Nashville is sounding good for next year. Now, please don't get me wrong, I'm no fitness buff now or anything crazy like that. My body hurt in ways that I did not even know it was possible to hurt afterwards, but it was worth it in the long run. (Ha! Long Run...I crack myself up.) I now have such respect and admiration for those people who take running so seriously. It does a number on the body. I don't understand how the marathoners do it because I'm pretty convinced that I would totally be that girl you hear about on the news who keeled over just short of the finish line at mile 26.1 if I ever tried a full marathon. I'm content with letting the lead marathoner pass me when I'm 1:36 into the half. Yes, that happened...he had been to Decatur (on foot) already when he passed me...over-acheiver. Basically the satisfaction for me came from setting a goal and then accomplishing that goal. The burned calories didn't hurt either...