I'm seriously toying with an idea that frankly, scares me.
Let me preface this with a little tidbit about me. I'm not athletic. I'm not the sporty kind. I don't like to sweat and I have no natural balance or rhythm. I'm sooooo unlike my husband.
But, in order to live this life, you have got to find a way to move your body. There are 3 things that I do with a semblance of pleasure. I walk, I do step aerobics, and I like to lift. I haven't done the last two in quite a while.
My husband is responsible for planting the idea in my head. He actually suggested it several weeks ago. The idea is....... drumroll please.........
to walk the Honolulu Marathon.
It's just walking. Just walking. Walking. Walking for 26.2 miles! Walking. I can do it. Can't I?
I think it would be nice to do it in a decent timeframe. Ya know? I am soooo out of shape. I've been walking every day since a few days after my surgery. Which, of course is now much longer and faster than those first few weeks. I've been thinking about my reconstruction. I should be through with fills by February, have a 6 week wait before the exchange surgery, so that's prolly around May (new boobies for my b-day!) and a few weeks of recovery. I can start ramping up my walking now, practice walking faster or longer. Take the recovery time and then really start the training. The training schedules I've seen are for 24 weeks. The marathon is in December. I think the timing works.
I broached the subject with Gary, and he said "I think it's a good idea".
It's a big committment, timewise. Gary has run two marathons. White Rock and the Honolulu marathons. He's a runner because he's in the army, but he's not a good runner. He's not built for it. He's built for hockey, football or catcher. He's got huge legs. Naturally muscular - his sister is like this too. It's genetic. He never lifts because his thighs are gargantuan and he has a hard enough time finding pants to fit. Lifting would make them even bigger! BUT he'll never run a marathon again. He's destroyed his ACL. Thank the Lord for his huge thighs. Those thighs are keeping him from going under the knife. He's strong enough to function quite normally.
I remember how exciting it was to cheer him on at White Rock. I couldn't make the Honolulu - but I've been grilling him about water stations and port o potties. Yes, I'm more worried about going potty and being hydrated than actually walking. Ignorance is bliss.
Today we saw an old man walking on the sidewalk all hunched over and he said that's how I'll be walking the day after. :-) Oy. Will I really follow through?? I'm really not good at following through when there is something like this that is long term.
It's late and I'm trying to catch this episode of Top Chef. I'll post tomorrow about the Why I'm considering this... (notice the lack of committment LOL)