Running and running and running...

This is a typical view around our Island.

So I signed up for the Seattle Seafair Half-Marathon coming up in July. My man and I are going to run it together. He's skeptical, but I'm already running 6 mile stretches, so what's another seven point two miles? It's very exciting to think about.

Running here is a great challenge, albeit a do-able challenge. The hills are the kicker. When I ran in Florida, it was long flat stretches with an occasional rolling hill tossed in for variety. Here, however, it's nothing but hills! I run a mile and a half downhill to the stop sign, then whip out my ropes and carabiners, chalk my hands and prepare for the grueling run back home! I'll have to get a photo and prove I'm not exaggerating.



But here's the clincher: I do it. It took me a few weeks to make it without having to stop on the middle of the hill for an oxygen break, but the first time I made it all the way back home without stopping, I knew I could do anything.



So I'm going to plan my attack on this half-marathon and run my way to a personal best at the ripe young age of 46. I'll let you all know how I'm progressing.