Julie Says... The Why

Oy. This is where I'm supposed to explain what possessed me to recommend running thirteen miles all at once... well, you know, one step at a time... all the way to thirteen miles. Surprisingly, I'm not that intimidated. Yes, I've basically sat in a recliner all day long for the past three years, but no, not all that intimidated. I'll start with the possession, er, inspiration. I read the post "Upcoming Marathons for Walkers" at FitSugar. You read that right. Walkers. As in walking. Perusing the list I saw Myrtle Beach Marathon, followed the link and one thing led to another... which led to an impulsive moment of asking my sister to do the half-marathon with me. Damn Oracle. A truer reason is that I'm disappointed and frustrated with myself at the moment. I've been needing to feel a sense of accomplishment. I thought that getting a graduate degree and starting a new career would do that, but noooo. The economy tanked and despite my education, I am far too inexperienced in this employers' market to find employment. I'm not very good with feeling out of control, and this is certainly a situation where I cannot figure out how to get control. I'm stuck sitting in a recliner reading job ads all day and setting myself up for rejection -- over and over and over and over and over (ad nauseuum) again. Add to that a rough year health-wise and an upcoming "0" birthday -- you get the picture. Doing this is my way of taking control. Here goes nothing.