love/hate.

i grew up in a family of runners.

my parents were both/ are both marathon runners. my brother is a runner. my extended family runs. they all run. and i am not just talking about when something is chasing them... they actually ENJOY it... crazy fools. 

since i was in college, i have dabbled in running. im fairly active. i enjoy an occasional trip to the gym. ive done a couple of 5ks.  my junior year of college i had a brain lapse and did a half marathon, which i did not properly train for. terrible decision. 

but lately i have realize that i need exercise. i need to to keep me sane. i know understand my fathers need to wake up and go run at zero dark thirty every morning. i understand the challenge that my brother enjoys from enduring ANOTHER marathon (overachiever...). i am slowly (notice that word, slowly) starting to realize my need to run. i am becoming a runner.

please note: i do not want to be an olympic runner. gross. eww. never.

but i love the feeling of coming back from a jog and having the feeling of accomplishment. that "i did something" feeling. it feels good. it gives you the warm fuzzies. 

so yesterday i did something. something that i may regret later but in this moment i am so excited about it.

i registered for a half marathon.

not just any half marathon. the disney princess half marathon. 

so. this is the beginning of my training. this is the continuing of my love/hate relationship with running. i am scared, excited, but most of all ready. i am ready to train for this half. i am ready to run this race well. 

guess its time to put on my training heels.