Her: Well, I wanted to give you a call because you've been on my mind lately.
Me: Oh, really?
Her: Yeah. Remember that list you posted on your blog last fall?
Me: Yes . . .
(Brief interruption to tell you what was going on in my head at this exact moment, a moment when my mind immediately went to a very selfish place. "OMG," I thought, "I bet Gabe has won a trip to Disney through work. And since they just went and she remembered taking the girls to Disney is on my list, she's going to graciously offer the trip to us! What an amazing friend! Or maybe she's calling to tell me she's going to have another baby*. Both would be so awesome!")
(* I have no idea why my mind went there, but if anyone calls me out of the blue and is of childbearing age that's what instantly pops into my brain when they act as if they have something interesting or exciting to share. I think it's a byproduct of being surrounded by friends and family who have collectively birthed approximately 674 offspring in five year's time.)
Her: And you mentioned something about wanting to run a 5K, and a half-marathon . . .
Me: Yeah . . .
(My brain was suddenly screaming, "OMG, nooooo! Disney sounds like so much more fun!")
Her: . . . and maybe even a marathon . . .
Me: Um, yes, and where exactly are you going with this, Alison?
So here's one of my BFF's calling me out on one of my very own life goals, phoning to peer pressure me in a gentle, very loving way into joining her in a quest to run. Run long, oh so very long, distances no less. In front of crowds of people. My arm pits began to sweat immediately at the thought.
Little did Alison know I am the Queen of Excuses, able to come up with no less than five valid points as to why I can or can not accomplish a particular task. In this case:
- I would love to but I just don't have the time.
- I can't train at night because The General is at work
- We both know I am not a fan - actually, practically incapable - of waking up any earlier than absolutely necessary eliminating any hope of getting in runs before work.
- I just don't think I can do it.
- I'm so out of shape, where would I even start.
If Oprah can run a marathon, then WE can run a marathon.
That one hurt, as the truth often does.
We left the conversation with me saying, "I'll think about it, but I doubt it will happen on my end. But you still should totally do it and I'll be there to cheer you on!".
I replayed my conversation with Alison to The General last night. He showed his support in the following ways:
- He laughed.
- He said he would not join me in training.
- When I told him he could totally do it, he responded with, "I know I could. I just don't want to".
- He basically gave me the impression that he does not think I will do it.
Because it was still fresh in my mind I went to work this morning and shared the conversation with Jen, my co-worker and sounding board. She did not help ease the peer pressure one little bit and instead shared that her and her husband are running the Bixby this summer and I should totally join them. "It will be so fun," she promised. What is this, gang up on The Mrs. week? Lay off already, people! Can't we start small, like tackling one of those beach destination goals on my list first? Is it really necessary to start with the most daunting, physically demanding, and challenging item on the list? When I stated this to Jen she, too, had to go all logical on me. "It's challenging, yes. But doing things that challenge you is GOOD for you". Why do my friends have to be so smart all the time?
So tonight, after picking up the girls, we headed to the library. Usually our first stop is the children's section. Tonight? We marched up the stairs to the reference section, straight to the aisle holding exercise related reading materials, and I picked up the book "Runner's World Complete Book of Women's Running". Later I'm going to read up on sample training programs, and then I'm going to eat some ice cream because the thought of actually committing to this idea is seriously stressing me out.
I'm taking very small steps. Teeny tiny even. I'm going to do a little research. I'll probably need to get some new running shoes. Perhaps a new sports bra and some running attire might also be in order. Pricing treadmills might be a good idea if I'm going to get really serious. Basically, I'm taking The General's approach to P90X with this whole half-marathon idea. And I suppose now that I've broadcasted all this I'm going to have many more of my friends and family holding me to it. It might have been a good idea to consider that before I started this post. I cave to peer pressure like a fat man sitting on a rickety folding chair.