Ok, so heres the deal. I am not a runner. I'm not even a walker. My mantra has always been "Whenever I get the urge to exercise, I just lay down and wait until it passse" (I read that somewhere and I liked it). There's nothing fun about running--nothing at all. But guess what? I'm supposed to run in the Wasatch Back Ragnar race this coming June with my husband and his family. This race consists of running from Logan to Park City in two days...Two Days!!! I will be given three legs of this race to complete, a total of 12 to 14 miles. Every time I think about it my heart stops beating and my stomach twists up in knots--literally. The idea of it, makes me want to cry a little.
Why did I say yes to something I so very much dislike? Because I am an optimistic fool. I really thought I could do this and except for the running part, it looks like it could be fun.
Scott has ran two of these Ragnar races, the Wasatch Back and the Las Vegas relay. The team of runners consist of him, his aunt, his sister, his cousins and their spouses. So, I can see why Scott would like me to join this troop of pain loving people--he wants his wife included. How nice. I fear though, he may really wish I wasn't there. I am more likely to disappoint than I am to amaze.
I don't curse much at all, but I can see where a race like this just might give me cause. Other runners beware.
Have I trained? Nope. Not at all. I think about it often though. I really should put my thoughts into actions. Maybe tomorrow will be the day I start.