Sometimes you just have to say , "Eh, screw it." and give up on complaining about the shitty weather. Pardon my french, but it is shitty, I'm just calling it like I see it.
Instead of whining and belly aching and laying around eating sugary treats and bemoaning my life blah blah blah I bit the bullet and finally registered for a half marathon in April.
That means I need to get serious about my training and get serious about my eating so my training can be even better.
While I have somewhat given up on my chances of a PR...who am I kidding. I have not given up. I am going to bust ass and make it happen.
This particular race, The Martian Marathon, (I am running the half) has pace groups so I will stick with one and hopefully kick butt. It can happen. I have a good feeling about this.
And since the race is exactly one week after my 35th birthday I will officially move up an age group. I will not let this bother me. Ok, I will let it bother me, but just a tiny bit. I think planning for a rockin' PR for my first ever race in the 35-39 age group seems like a good idea to me.
Eff off winter and snow and ice and negative temperatures! Mama's got a half marathon to train for!