You know how sometimes after you've had a drink or two you sometimes feel a little bolder? Do things you wouldn't normally do.
Well let's talk about that for a second. Drinking from the safety of my couch has led me into some interesting situations in my life.
For example, it's how I signed for my first Second City class years ago. I thought about it for over a year and had a million reasons why I shouldn't do it. Until one night I had a few glasses of wine and just signed up for a damn class.
And the course of my life was changed ever since.
A few years later I ordered my first twelve tank tops for my t-shirt line after some drinks.
What if no one buys them? What if I go into the hole $180 because of it? What if it's a complete failure? -my mind normally
Chill out and just do the damn thing. Less talky, more drinky. - my mind with chardonnay
And my most recent wine fueled decision was to sign Chris and I up for the Chicago Marathon. It was a lottery registration, so I figured our chances of getting in were slim. Believe it or not, a lot of people want to pay money to run 26 miles apparently. For fun.
I don't know. But I guess I'll find out. Because this morning Chris and I both got emails that read,
"Congratulations! Your entry has been accepted into the Chicago Marathon.
Hope you know how to run a lot. You do, right? Because only an idiot would sign up who has never ran more than five miles in their life. You hear that, Taylor Wolfe. You are an idiot. You will probably die. Or at the very least your nipples will bleed because apparently that happens to people.
You might also shun yourself. Which means shitting while you're running. So just like you did in grade school, pack extra pants.
Chicago Marathon People."
The first thing I googled upon reading the email was, "how to run a marathon." Followed by, "cute outfits for running a marathon." I think we both know which topic I was more interested in.
Have Chris and I ever half ran a half marathon you might be wondering? No. What about ten miles? No, not that I recall. I did run a 5k once and I killed it!
And since you asked, I used to be super good at the 1 Mile Test in P.E. class. I NEVER walked it. So what's 25 more miles on top of that?
We decided to start training tonight. But then we remembered the Hawks are playing and it would be more fun to go to a bar. So we'll start tomorrow...
And thus the experiment begins. Can two lazy assholes run a marathon who a. don't know how to run. and b. often choose drinking over exercising 10 out of 10 times. I guess we will find out.
On Sunday, October 9th Chris and I are running the Chicago Marathon.
I may be scared to run a marathon but the kid in that pic definitely is not. She'd slap me in the face and tell me to stop being such a loser. But then again, that kid also liked to leisurely wear muscle t's that say "NO FEAR" and purple swishy Umbro shorts so who's the real loser, you know?
I've really got myself into a pickle here.