I am 40 freakin’ years old. Yes, I am. When I told my Papa that I was turning 40, you should have seen his face, he was shocked! How the hell did all of those years go by and add up to 40? How the hell? Suddenly, I don’t know who all of the actors in US weekly are. I’ve never heard of many of the bands playing on Saturday Night Live. Yeah, I’m 40 years old. Whoah.
So this summer, when I hit the big four Oh, I signed up for the Disney Half Marathon. It seemed like great motivation to get in shape. I decided to start training when we moved to CA and in September, I began running. In the beginning, I could not run one mile. I could barely run half a mile. It was so hard! And depressing! And a wake up call that I was not the young bird I believed myself to be. I was pitifully out of shape and with every step I took, I felt every one of my 40 years. I know I looked sad out there, but I decided not to care and just kept on trucking. Eventually, I worked my way up to one mile, then two, three, and one day five miles! And a couple of weekends ago, I did ten and a half! It is still difficult, but it is much easier than when I started back in September. And I love it! I love the challenge of running and pushing myself to go further and faster.
There are 45 days until the half marathon. I have a lot to do to get ready before them, but I’m excited. It is going to be an awesome weekend! Two friends and my baby cousin are coming in to do the race too and we are staying up by Disney, so it is going to be a fun girls’ weekend!