I could copy and paste it, but instead I'm directing you here to read my newspaper column this week FOR SOME EXCITING NEWS!!
Go read it, and then come back here. Hurry now!
Okay, so now you know I'm 'competing' in the 2011 Tough Cookie Duathalon!!!
!!!!!!! what am I thinking !!!!!!!!
I'm telling myself I'm going to be alright with just crossing the finish line. But if truth be told (and I like telling the truth) it'd be freaking awesome to break a record!
Freaking awesome? Yes.
Family members are laying bets on how fast I'll run my 1.6 miles. My brother's (offensive!) guess was 20-something minutes. For 1.6 miles!
After the half-mile I ran last night, it's a completely reasonable guess.
I was winded, but not bad. But I really had to coax myself through the last three-tenths of the brutal half.
I'm *trying* to take it easy while also realizing I have 30 days to "get ready."
The possibility of me dying through this process is likely, though as a friend reminded me yesterday, I was born dying. So why not speed up the process by tripping and falling on the tread mill, which didn't happen last night, but probably will by the time all's said and done.
I'm not the most graceful of athletes.
Oh, speaking of athlete, upon successful completion of the race, I will forever and always want to be referred to as Holly: The Duathlete.
"Hi, do you know my friend Holly: The Duathlete?"
"This is my Duathlete Daughter Holly."
"Meet my 90-year-old duathlete grandmother, Holly."
Eeeeek!!! I'm so excited.
Special thanks to all my super-athletic friends who've given me splendid advice over the last 30 hours and have helped me modify my already-extremely-modified diet for proper protein, carbs, etc.
Oh, AND!! I'm so excited for EVERYONE who's going to race WITH me, including two, maybe three sisters, my brother's girlfriend, a couple friends and a couple coworkers.
And love to my mom, who even if the sun goes down and I still haven't crossed the finish line, I know will still be waiting for me.
Now, enough of the mamby-pamby sentimentalism. Time to get down to business for this Tough Cookie.