I don't really like to attempt things I don't think I any chance of doing well. I admit it. It may be a stupid way to go through life, but that's just the way I am. I don't like to go too far out on the limb in a lot of areas.
So a few days ago my trainer, Evil Angel Karen, mentions how she and her sister in law at one point were training for a half marathon and wouldn't that be fun. I rolled my eyes, I'm sure. Even if I managed to just roll them internally.
So yesterday she tells me how fired up she is, and I should do this. You know, I don't know Karen well, but I thought I knew her well enough that it surprised me to see she obviously smokes crack. Me? Run a half marathon? Me even walk a half marathon? Seriously. I may not be big as a house anymore, but I am the size of a small condo. But I said I'd try. Why on Earth did I say that? (One of these days I'll get better control of this mouth of mine...)
I've seen people talk about the C25K (Couch to 5K) running program and really thought I'd like to try that. Someday. Someday when I'm less fat. But that's 5k. Not a half marathon!
So I've said before, the key to being successful in weight loss is believing you are capable of doing it. And that applies to anything, really. Let me just put this out there right now: I don't believe I can do this. Not yet. But I will try.
As I was on the treadmill today I thought about a couple of things. The first is something Kevin, a fellow Weight Watcher, said to me the other day when I was whining about something. He said "Success is not always the outcome. Sometimes it's the process." I'm applying that to this situation. Success may very well not be me finishing a half marathon six months from now. Success may be the fact that I gave it everything I had to try.
Which leads me to the other thing I was thinking. Failure wouldn't be to not finish it. Failure would be to not even bother trying.