Run, Forrest, Run!

I hate running. When I think back on my life, running has never been my exercise of choice. I can get on the elliptical for 45 minutes, or bike for an hour...but I can't run for more than 5 minutes. Running was always just a reaction to being chased by a bee, or something--not to get in shape. Maybe it's boredom, laziness, or the chest bouncing that stunts my progress. Who knows.

So,since I detest running so much, why not sign up for a marathon? That's something I can do to fill up my time! I have been thinking of what "hobby" I should take up to make my life more productive. I thought about knitting, but realized that this hobby, combined with my fear of getting older and the new found wrinkles around my eyes, might encourage a nervous breakdown. Training for a marathon would be perfect, and it would get my butt off the couch and in shape for my upcoming wedding.

I found the perfect beginner-thon taking place in the early morning of Superbowl Sunday. It would only be a 5K--runners take to the streets of PCH right on the beach in Surf City (HB) and then are rewarded with a surfer medallion and a free beer garden in the sand. Rewarded with free beer?! I'm in, sign me up, point me to the treadmill.

First, I must find a pair of running shoes that are actually legit. The years of wearing 4 inch heels every day have given me a serious arch, so I need a shoe to support it. Then, I'll start the training. Can I go from being out of breath after 5 minutes to running a full 5K?

Stay tuned. P.S.--He doesn't know it yet, but I'm forcing Mr. Navy to participate with me. I'll use the "free beer" as his reward as well.