Since Im disorganized it’s all strictly off the record.
Ok, People, here’s the deal.
Many of you have kindly asked as of late: whats the story with your race? how is your training going?
Many of you on twitter have tweeted me with thoughtful queries of Arent you running in March? What race are you doing? Is it a full marathon? half??
Only to be met by stony silence.
By the proverbial crickets happily chirping away.
You see, I do know when Im running. And I dont.
Here’s what I know fer sure:
Running kicks my…glutes.
Im training.
Im embracing the fear (what if I run myself into an injury?! Ive never had an injury!!) changing the midset (I am filled with strength & health. I am injuryfree for life!!) & running like pudding the wind.
At this point I am still training for a full marathon distance.
What am I still waiting to hear about? Why on earth am I being so flipping coy? Theres a *SMALL* chance I may run the Disney Princess Half Marathon.
Im smitten with this concept for myriad reasons.
Beyond the fact running with the mouse would rock (what new runner doesnt aspire to that?) we’ve been mired in the freakin princess stage around here for ages. The very thought of being able to run while wear while wearing a tiara (and not look like a crazy person) makes me grin.
The very thought of running whilst sporting a tiara in the Magic Kingdom (because in all honesty RunsWithTiara is my Dances With Wolves name. We do that FREQUENTLY up in herre) & have an excuse to bring the Tornado there makes me thrilled beyond belief.
So I wait.
And run.
And train.
And am right now sans race plans.
And I figure the worst thing that happens is I finally break out of my recumbent bike rut & discover the true love of the run along the way.
Since Im disorganized it’s all strictly off the record.
Ok, People, here’s the deal.
Many of you have kindly asked as of late: whats the story with your race? how is your training going?
Many of you on twitter have tweeted me with thoughtful queries of Arent you running in March? What race are you doing? Is it a full marathon? half??
Only to be met by stony silence.
By the proverbial crickets happily chirping away.
You see, I do know when Im running. And I dont.
What am I still waiting to hear about? Why on earth am I being so flipping coy? Theres a *SMALL* chance I may run the Disney Princess Half Marathon.
Im smitten with this concept for myriad reasons.
Beyond the fact running with the mouse would rock (what new runner doesnt aspire to that?) we’ve been mired in the freakin princess stage around here for ages. The very thought of being able to run while wear while wearing a tiara (and not look like a crazy person) makes me grin.
The very thought of running whilst sporting a tiara in the Magic Kingdom (because in all honesty RunsWithTiara is my Dances With Wolves name. We do that FREQUENTLY up in herre) & have an excuse to bring the Tornado there makes me thrilled beyond belief.
So I wait.
And run.
And train.
And am right now sans race plans.
And I figure the worst thing that happens is I finally break out of my recumbent bike rut & discover the true love of the run along the way.
So that’s my running update.
Still in the planning stages.
All strictly off the record.