Now that I’ve just finished catching up with BenDoesLife (not sure of how to do the little link thingy) and his successful marathon experience, I am forced to looked at the charred carcass of my own 5k training. With a month to go, I am still struggling to manage a mile without stopping at a 4.2 pace. How did he manage it with all that extra weight in the beginning? My knees are crackling like logs in a fire. After ballooning back up to 320 after a rough start to the school year, I managed to pull the plane out of the spin and get back on track the last two weeks. Down to 300 but struggling to juggle work stuff with the time I need to work out. Still, I’m going to do it. Come Thanksgiving morning, I will heave my bloated body across the finish line in a flurry of wheezing, crackling flailing. \

I will then eat like I’m punishing my stomach. Going to use this page to document my training. And by “training,” I mean whining. And by “whining,” I mean justifications for my lack of progress. And by “lack of progress,” I mean Twinkies and naps.