|At Mile 9 last year - which includes The Hill That|
Everyone Hates. Somehow, I survived it. With a smile!
It was an accomplishment I was proud of; something I could check off of that proverbial bucket list. Immediately after the race, I thought, "I want to do this again!", but the passage of time had quelled that feeling.
Up until yesterday, anyway - because I registered for this year's half-marathon.
I blame my brother. He's The Athlete in the family - he did that same half-marathon with me last year, and finished so quickly that he had time to drive back through the course to find me, and walk with me for part of my race. (A sweet gesture - but also a reminder of how far I have to go to be "in shape".) He's run a full marathon since then, and did quite well. He's regimented and dedicated in his workout routine - the opposite of me, in other words.
|My sweetheart of a friend, M, whose house backs up |
to the marathon route, made a sign for me. What a gal!
I need to reread The Diabetic Athlete's Handbook, which has been collecting a telling amount of dust on my bookshelf.
So, there it is. I'm training for a half-marathon now. Yikes.
(If anyone has tips on how to train, or how to keep my BGs at a more decent level while competing, I'd love the feedback. I'm pretty much going from couch to race on this one - much as I did last year.)