my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart

Let's consider this morning step 3. Step 1 was deciding to run the marathon. Step 2 was starting training. Step 3 is figuring our registration and actually applying to charities. Turns out this morning's registration was strictly for qualified runners, which Cait and I are not. But the good news is that applications for several of the charities were released so we had the opportunity to tap into those.

Step 2 has been the most interesting and challenging so far. Last night, the two of us took over one of Wentworth's quads where Cait busted out some of her old track exercises. It was good to mix up the jogging with some good old speed workouts. It was also nice to get in touch with some muscles that I don't usually use while running. We followed these exercises with some stairs, which will always freak me out a lot. I don't know what it is, but I always feel like I am going to go tumbling down stairs and land on my ankle. Maybe it's because I've done that several times before, particularly when I went to Westfield High School. Regardless, we got those stairs did then we cooled off. For whatever reason, my arms were killing me. This makes little sense because we did absolutely no arm exercises during any part of the workout. Weird. Then today I faced the scorching sun to pump out a 5.5 mile run along the Charles. It was nice to be surrounded by serious runners. One guy ran backwards faster than I run forward. Umm... And this other guy paced himself to me which made me feel pretty good about my speed. Mostly, everyone looked good and I felt great.

I would have felt better if I had appropriate runner attire on. This is something I need to remedy sooner rather than later. Fractions of my next pay check or two will need to be dedicated to expanding my running wardrobe. RIght now, I'm jogging in baggy T-shirts and this one pair of shorts that actually fits correctly. I need more shorts, spandex shirts, pants and basically anything that doesn't make me feel like I'm running in a pile of my own sweat. I also need some new sneakers. My feet have absolutely had it with my old ones. And by "had it," I mean that my toenails look like they're going to fall off any day now. Which would be inconvenient.