i don't run

i hate running.  my mother-in-law recently ran a marathon and both she and my father-in-law have run half marathons and competed in triathlons.  not my thing...like, not even a little bit.  i'd start running down the street and stop half-way and ask myself, why am i doing this?  why am I running to run?  send a rottweiler after me, ok, i think i'll run, even without a ball.  But run...just to run?!  Fuhgettaboudit.

Now...this...this is intriguing.  One, cause there are dudes with big sticks that try to take you out plus there is mud and fire involved.  and you know, there's this connection...

a 5k obstacle course?  alright, i'm in.  not this june...yeah right, i would probably die before then.  but next year, absolutely, I'm absolutely doing the Spartan Sprint.  so, I'm doing this live, for all 3 of my readers to comment on.  I'm doing the Spartan Sprint next year.  i believe we are called to do things together, that even an event like this shouldn't be done in isolation.  what i need is encouragement and accountability.  so, to all of you who read this or see me on the daily...make sure what i put into my body makes this a possibility.

so it's on. And, I plan on yelling "This is Sparta!" at least five times during the race....