I think I can, I think I can

Well a year ago I ran a half-marathon. I didn't do it fast and I didn't do it gracefully, but I did it! I had such a feeling of accomplishment running across the finish line. Last weekend was the Knoxville Half Marathon. Where was I? In bed! I should have run. I should have trained. I shoulda, woulda, coulda. As our weather turns to sunshine and my excuses diminish, I am determined to be able to do it again. I found a program in a fitness magazine that maps out doing it in eight weeks. While that seems ambitious to me, I am going to give it a go. Today I started (although I was supposed to start yesterday) and I can proudly say that I am still alive and kicking. I walked 2 miles, ran 1 mile, and walked another 2 miles. It was difficult, but I expected that. The weather inspired me to enjoy what I was doing rather than count the paces until I could be back in the luxury of this comfy office chair. Tomorrow, I ride a bike for 30-60 minutes.