I am one of those people who has some hard and fast rules: Don't offer me decaf coffee unless you want to make me grumpy; Never write about a series of things without using an Oxford comma; and never NEVER take back something you wrote.
And yet, here I am, breaking one of my own rules and taking back something I wrote.
I'll give you a second to wonder which thing it is I'm taking back.
All set? OK, here's the skinny...
A while back, when I told you I'd be running the Boston Marathon come April, I told you I was swearing off of races for a while so that I can focus on training. Training is the KEY to finishing Boston (in a time I'm hoping is faster than my first marathon).
Usually, when I prep for a race, I am so focused on that race, that any other training I'm doing falls by the wayside. However, this race that I'm allowing myself to run, my marathon partner-in-crime David, suggested we run as a training run.
What?! A race as a training run? Have we totally gone bonkers? Yes, and well, yes.
You see, I roped Salsman into running the Black Cat 10 miler (same race I was roped into last year!). It just so happens that the Black Cat 10 miler *also* has a 20 mile race. And, since my marathon man and I were slated to do an 18 miler that weekend anyway, we figured what the heck, round up and turn it into an extended training run.
The race itself is in March, so by then I should be in solid shape for Boston.
So, Team Forsyth #Miles4Smiles will be in full effect that day -- including members of our extended family and cheering squad who will be running the 10 miler.
I'm pumped to say the least.
And wicked excited to break my own rule.
Sometimes, you have to just forget the rules and do what feels good.
I'm sticking by the decaf thing, though.