new year decisions

So lately I've been a bad blogger. I've been neglecting my posts and followers (if there are any of you left). With a new year comes new goals and promises! So here is mine: I promise to be a more diligent blogger! Be warned, this first post may annoy some of you...I say this because if it weren't me, I'd be annoyed. But princess Lindsey never annoys herself (yes. talking in third-person is still lame/annoying. Annoying the reader is a theme interlaced throughout this post apparently).
Yesterday I started my marathon training! (how many of you rolled your eyes?! don't lie...) This week I'm to run 3 miles 5 times. No sweat. Pun intended. So yesterday I ran up and around the Queen Anne neighborhood. Today I ran on the treadmill....because princess Lindsey cannot be expected to run in the rain. pshhaw. (a mantra that severely limits my outside running opportunities in Seattle. And is also a joke...mostly.) So far so good! I've been running 4-6 miles once or twice a week leading up so 3 miles seems do-able. It'll be the 5 times that will start to get at me I think.
I'm notorious for making big goals like this, with ideas of grandeur, and then dropping the ball about 5 steps from the start line. So take this as you will. Running a marathon is a goal that I've only recently decided is less than a death wish. Growing up in a household of athletic overachievers, I've always brought up the rear with great pride and style! ...kind of a "screw this I'm walking" sort of attitude. Or, more like it... a "hand me a beer!" sort of attitude. Like um no. Sweat makes my hair look like yours. Which would be like so not cool.
Since college, when I needed a good outlet, I've been into working out. During the bar exam I got into lifting weights. So now, I'm taking it to the next level! Not one to be left behind, I'm going to run a marathon! Ian did it without training in over 4 hours (which will be his "out" when I beat his time), mom ran it in 3 hrs 20 min, dad ran it in 3 hrs 12 min. I'm shooting for something between beating Ian and not killing myself.
So wish me luck! Or hope I fail...I could really give a shit less. I will be assigning you all miles makers to stand on in order to cheer me on. Signs encouraged.

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