I have no self discipline. Zero. I'm not exaggerating. For example, when I eat a meal, I know that I am supposed to eat slowly so that my stomach can tell my brain when it is full. It is a good way to make sure I don't over eat. Knowing this, I will purposely eat super fast, that way I can squeeze more of a delicious meal or dessert into my mouth without my stomach complaining. I almost always regret this about half an hour later. But I still do it. That is just one example. I'd rather not talk about any others and expose myself to public ridicule.
Nick, on the other hand, is the most self-disciplined person I have ever met. Except for maybe my father. They are neck and neck. Oh, and let's not forget my brother Ben. Basically I am surrounded by over achieving stud muffins that make me look bad.
In the past two years, Nick has lost about sixty pounds. He has also run 3 half marathons and a full marathon. My father is about to turn sixty-two years old, and he regularly competes in triathlons. He, Nick, and my brother Ben competed in the Iron Man Triathlon relay in Branson two weeks ago. Dad swam 1.2 miles, Ben biked 56 miles through the Branson hills, and then Nick ran a half marathon. So basically, they make me look like a sloth. Oh, and they make me want to vomit. Let's not forget that.
Witnessing these guys half kill themselves just for the sheer glory of it got me thinking. About how short life is. About my laziness. About the fact that I rarely complete a project or achieve my goals. I think you all know what is coming next. I decided that I need to set a goal and reach it. I am going to run a half marathon. I am already a runner, if you can call it that. I run about two miles, four times a week. I do enjoy it, but the thought of running two or more hours in a row makes me quake in my boots. That is why I have to do it.
I've given myself 6 months. The Go St. Louis half marathon is in April. I don't have a treadmill or a membership to a gym, so part of the fun will be found in running through freezing temperatures and snow. That should definitely test my will power. Also, about half of my runs will be done while pushing fifty pounds worth of babies and stroller. Yikes! What have I gotten myself into?
I figure that the shame of announcing this to the world and then failing should be adequate motivation. Also, there will be the money I've forked over to just enter the race. And lastly, Nick is going to run it with me. He has promised to go at my snail's pace the entire way and cross the finish line with me. I very much doubt he will have to do much, if any training for this race. I am that slow.
When I am done, I will have joined the less than five percent of Americans that have run 13.1 miles. I will have proven to myself that I can accomplish something huge. Hopefully this self discipline will rub off into other areas of my life. And lastly, but equally as important, I will get a nifty t-shirt!