Tomorrow morning I will be getting up at an ungodly hour, a time which is just wrong to have to wake oneself up on a weekend morning, to go walk 13.1 miles. And I'm doing this voluntarily. No one is forcing me to do this, no one has made me do it. No, I did this on my own free will. In fact, I paid a great amount of money to participate in this ritual.
What is wrong with me?
Maybe I was dropped on my head as a child. Or exposed to some sort of radiation that prevents me from making sound, rational decisions.
And the even more sick and twisted thing? T is doing it, too. And we've been getting up every Saturday since January to train for this thing. Getting up at 7:00 a.m., no less. Sacrificing sacred sleeping time.
I should talk to my doctor about this.
And now it's looking like the 3 hours I have dedicated myself to walking Saturday morning will either 1) be completely in the rain or 2) partially in the rain. None of these options is making me too pleased. Walking in wet shoes, an activity I did just a month ago when I walked the 15k, is not something I wish to relieve. But if I'm going to do this, I'm following through. But I am seriously considering doing an "anti-rain" dance this evening in hopes that the weather man is drastically wrong.
But I will be crossing that finish line. And then I'm taking myself straight to the psychiatrist.