Legs: "What does she think she's doing? These legs are made for walking, not RUNNING, for crying out loud!"
Heart: "Look. I pump enough blood for you to get from the bed to the computer chair to the mailbox and down to the cemetery and back now and then. And now you want me to work overtime? I am not happy, I just want you to know this."
Lungs: "Geez, woman! The lower lobes retired years ago and they were quite happy about it. Now you want to press them into service. They are going to be on fire over this."
Me: "Yeah, yeah. Get over it. I'm doing this, so you have to, too. How about if I give you special treats every day? You know, like carrots and bananas and chicken and nuts and nutritious stuff like that?"
Brain: "I'm so confused."
The change in my diet is going to be as much of a challenge to me as the physical training. My poor diet is as well-known as my dislike of exercise. (It's getting easier to say that word.) I love carbs and while I know those are an important part of any runner's diet, I eat almost exclusively carbs. Pasta, breads, crackers. Love 'em. Eat 'em a lot.
Oops. I just said "will be," didn't I? I think I'd better start eating better NOW. On second thought, I haven't started training yet, so I've got some time to think about this.
**Grabs a box of Wheatables and heads to the living room couch to watch The View.**
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