It's February? Already?

Where did the time go? Christmas turned into hockey season, which is turning into spring hockey which is leading to training for our first marathon.

Our what?

Commuter Son's BFF's family are runners, and the BFF asked CS to participate in a 5k this April. We agreed, and now the two of us are starting training for a marathon. You should probably know that I am not, and never have been, a runner. I'm short, round, and middle-aged; there's a distinctly absurdist aspect to this decision.

But one of the things I know about myself is that I love a challenge and require a goal. I've been thinking about needing to work exercise into my daily routines, but going to the gym for the sake of going to the gym? ICK! I've done it before, it doesn't last because there isn't a tangible goal involved. Deciding to be ready for a run in April is a specific, concrete goal that I (we) can reach. Oh boy.

We've also decided that we're going to set our sights on the WDW 5k run in January. I want the marathon pin, and the kiddo wants churros. I've promised him that if we complete the race, we'll spend the rest of the day in front of the churro cart, and he can eat churros until he barfs. It's a good deal.