The one I may regret posting

I’m kind of excited about this blahg post. It’s killing two birds with one stone. It’s 1. Acting as a normal blahg entry in which I tell you about the non-happenings of my life and 2. Acting as a test to see if the people who I would normally mention this to in person are actually keeping up and reading like they say they are. Muahaha.

I feel like I’m getting ready to say I’m having a baby or moving to Canada or something. Don’t get your hopes up. It’s not that juicy.

I think I’ve said it before, but if I haven’t, I should have. This is a big note about myself. I am the LEAST athletic person you will ever meet. I despise anything that involves me sweating, moving swiftly, and/or people looking at me while doing it. Running, in particular, is exactly what I don’t do. As a matter of fact, I’m often asked to run… “to that mailbox”, or “across the living room”, just so my friends can get a good laugh at the awkwardness that is my body. Get it, Karodge. Kenzie reminded me today about the last time she asked me to go running with her—which was a couple years ago. I refused to go and locked myself in a closet so she’d stop asking. Then she took my car and I was left stranded in the closet.

This is where this blahg post is going. Blahg readers, you’re on the cutting edge. I’m announcing to the world here and now that I will be... dun dun dun dun dun…

RUNNING A HALF MARATHON.

It may end up being me walking 7 miles and running 6. Or running 1 mile, and walking 12. My goal is to run the most I can. But either way I’m doing it, and I’m starting today. If you’re wondering what my goal for the day is: Run 30 seconds, walk. Run 30 more seconds, walk. Strenuous, yeah? If you see me running/dying on the side of the road, don’t honk. Just laugh inside your head. Feel free to doubt me. I’d be doubting me too, if I were you. But just watch!

Also, I need to thank the brains behind the operation for nudging me to do this. I shot down the thought numerous times, until something suddenly came over me last night.

The thought of this makes me want to throw up. But, there are a few things in it for you:

A. It’ll be a confidence booster for you when you come to learn how incredibly pitiful I am at being sporty. You’ll feel like an Olympic runner.

B. I’ll post highly unattractive pictures of myself (and people who I drag with me) while/after we’re running. (That’s another confidence booster for you!)

C. You get to hang this over my head and make sure I stick with it. Because if I don’t, then I’ve wasted $xxx, and I’ll look like a failure. And that’s embarrassing.

D. When I run the marathon, which is in New Orleans in March, you get to come and celebrate with me. I’ll be 21. That’s all.

I think I need my head examined. Merh.