If your body was made of Jello, you'd feel like me....

Yes, if your body was made of jello, you'd feel like me.  For real.  After much debate in my head over the past year, I have decided to invest in a personal trainer.  I mean, why kick your own ass when you can have someone else kick it for you? ( In all reality, I'm so lazy I can hardly keep track of one set of reps, let alone many.)  Today was my first session, and to quote myself when my trainer asked how I was doing, I replied " I feel like one of those kids on MTV's 'I Used To Be Fat'". Will I be able to walk tomorrow? Will I be able to sit? How will I pee? OMG. The Grand Opening of the restaurant is tomorrow!!!  How will this go?  Only time will tell.

This leads into another one of my milestone goals.  Two years ago I decided to put down the endless bottle of beer, get off my lazy ass and run a half marathon to raise funds for Dana Farber Cancer Research Institute. The entire experience from learning that I could hardly run a half mile without death lurking over me to race day and the overwhelming flood of emotions through 13.1 miles as I watched fellow DF runners with "Survivor" inscribed on the team pinny was both humbling and the first kick in ass I needed!

I continued on with running through the winter with the help and motivation (peer pressure and downright bullying) of my good friend Brit. A few weeks after the BAA Half, I ran a 10k relay, and a 5k Turkey Trot and later in the end of winter, another 5k and another Half marathon and a 5k for the 4th of July. And then I retired to packing, saving money to move, and distractions and business at work. And then, I moved.

They say " You don't know what you've got till its gone."  So True. Running through the hills of Berkshire County, one has a constant thought- "where is the flat land?"  Well, I have found the flat lands of Virginia.  And I hate it!  I've never thought a day in my life I would long for the challenge of the hills. Now, a normal person would take this as a challenge in itself fighting the everyday fight against boredom - boredom of running flat lands, mental boredom from not having to repeat the mantra "you're almost to the top", and boredom of the muscles that persevere when the hills get steep, but not me, I say F that! (This should be made clear - Life =  totally not boring down here, quite the opposite, but running, running = whaaaaa?)

So here I am at the brink of backtracking. Time to pull out the big guns.  My big guns that is.  Where do these big guns come from?  My trainer, who has informed me not to buy clothes, not to ask for clothes for Christmas, and notify everyone else not to get me clothes, because week to week, and month by month, I will not fit into them. But, I will not only get into shape, but she will also get me into MARATHON RUNNING SHAPE!  Hooray!! This being my next milestone goal.  26 miles in 26 years. And I will expect nothing less than that from myself.