insanity strikes back

Over the holidays, my cousin asked if I might be interested in running a half-marathon. We ran a very relaxed half two years ago and had a great time. We have the mutual interest in wanting to get into shape and I have been tossing around the idea of a race in the darker corners of my mind for some time.

And so we committed. To the Cincinnati Flying Pig. We are dragging the sister and the new brother-in-law in on the sadistic fun because adrenaline-induced misery loves company.

Which means that I need to run around twenty miles a week during this cold and miserable time of year.
Which means, I go to the gym and run on a treadmill to avoid the cold.
Which means, I feel like a hamster.

Also, considering my aversion to pork products and byproducts and other things snout-related, I spend a good deal of my hamsterhood convincing myself that no pigs will actually be flying by my head (or past my car) during this race.


brnh said...

Yay! Let me know when your schedule. I'll help you carb load or something. I've never attended race day, but despite the pork-tendencies of the race it's not really like pig heaven or anything here. Run hills. Seriously Cincy has bad hills.

alaina said...

ugh, hills. good to know.
treadmill incline: 8