There are 366 days until Operation Sparkle. That seems wrong, but it is what it is. Some days it seems totally plausible that in 366 days I'm going to be able to run 13 miles.
But then there are days like today, where I could barely make it through the runs on my run/walks. And I think "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"
I know that I'm doing good for myself. I feel healthier. I look fit. But the length I still have to go seems more than 366 days long.
In other news, I should get to start running outside again soon. Today, my windows are open, I'm in short sleeves and my chacos and it feels glorious outside.
Too bad I'm stuck inside.