So the other day Will and I had a conversation that went something like this (and I'll try to get your grammar right this time dear...):
Me: "So guess what I'm going to do?"
Will: "Make dinner?"
Me: "Granted. But that's not what I'm talking about"
Me: "I'm going to run in the 5/3 Riverbank Run 5k!"
Will: (Uproarious laughter ensues for at least 3 minutes and 27 seconds)
Me: (When he finally finishes guffawing) "Thanks love..."
While Will may sound like a callous, rude, unsupportive husband ;-) he has a legitimate reason to chuckle most heartily. See last year he and I started training for it and then I got a bad cold and postponed my training and never really started back up. I wouldn't have been able to run anyway because I had a pinched nerve the day of the race. Clearly my body knew that in advance so it told me to stop running.... At least that's what I keep telling myself.
PLUS I begged Will to let me buy an exercise bike and got the OK as long as I promise to use it. Only I don't. "Tomorrow I'll start" is the familiar refrain that I keep repeating like a stuck record. So I figured that if I put my flaws out there for the world to read about I'll have some accountability to really do it this year! So I will start my training tomorrow :-) Not really because tomorrow is Christmas. But I really will start soon. I promise!