The Color of Beets

When I mention a beet, it brings a very distinct color to mind, doesn't it? That bright reddy purple kind of color that convinces you its going to make your mouth that same color if you eat it.

Well I've never had my mouth turn the color of a beet... but I'm pretty sure my face was that color today after my first day of half marathon training. Oh, and I was delightful pouring sweat too. Folks, it was a struggle. The whole time I'm negotiating with myself... here are a couple of samples of those conversations I had with me, myself and I.

Oh sweet lord, this guy next to me smells like BO and cigarettes. Why did he pick the treadmill next to me? (5 minutes later when he's gone) Wait, I still smell that smell... shit does that mean I'm the one who smells like that! I put on deodorant today and have been no where near a cigarette! What the hell!

Okay, just stare at the TV and read about this guy who's being suspended for 2 games for physically assaulting his wife. ONLY 2 GAMES?? I don't care how well his speech went compared to Ben Roethlisberger's, the man assaulted his wife! I don't even understand this.

Okay... 2 minutes. You can watch 2 minutes of this nonsense called 'Pardon the Interruption', you're almost done. Dear God I wish I could run away from this show, but that's hard to do on a treadmill.

What the hell was I thinking signing up for another half marathon? This is going to be a long 20 weeks. 2 miles counts as 3 miles right? Totally. Absolutely. Especially with the pace I'm running.

And lastly...

Woo! I did it. 13.1 is gonna be a breeze! (this was my thought after I finished the first mile)

I'm going to blog my little heart out about the dialogues I have with myself as I'm running and the misery I experience so that I can see how I progress and hopefully so you have a laugh so some good comes from this! Also, let's not kid ourselves, I need accountability. So here's to the beginning of a new journey together. Tighten up your laces and let's pound the pavement. Oh, and follow along with the hashtag #jcrizruns.

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