I'm going to run a half marathon, dang it! Where's that training schedule?
During the run:
What on earth would possess me to run a half marathon? 13.1094 miles of torture is the most unappealing thing I can think of. Pain. Sweat. Lungs on the verge of collapsing. Stomach twisting nauseatingly.
After the run:
I should go look up dates and see if I'll be in town for the big race!
Seriously though, if I'm around in July (fingers still tightly crossed for D.C. but I have about a 4% chance of getting the position), I would LOVE to do the Bryce Canyon 1/2 . I think I'd love it. I tell myself that I would.
. . . I'd probably love it after it was over.
But really, who wouldn't want to run through this as the morning sun rises in the east?
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