Puttin’ money where my mouth is.

Back in August of last year I looked into doing a sprint triathlon.

Briefly.

Thing is, I’m not a good swimmer.

But you know, I thought I could make it work. I went to the pool one day and swam for a full 10 minutes before I thought I was going to drown.

And I never made it back to the pool. Seriously never did.

So I gave up on the idea.

But now? I’ve been losing weight. And being back at the gym two days a week just doesn’t FEEL like enough for me. I keep MEANING to do more, but then I’m tired at night. And on weekends we run errands and do other things.

Fact of the matter is, I need SOMETHING to MAKE me work hard again. Because it’s too easy to not make it a priority right now.

So.

Today, I signed myself up for a 5K on October 3.

I sort of HAD to, you see. Because it’s to raise money for suicide awareness and prevention.

And it struck me as I was looking at the online registration form.

The 15th anniversary of my cousin Amy’s suicide is next month.

So. Despite the fact that I can barely eek out a 12-minute mile right now…

… I have signed up to run three of them in October.

Even better. To prepare? I have requested registration forms for ANOTHER 5K in August.

So. Um.

Time to get a new set of running shoes. And get outside. And run.

And maybe, just MAYBE – next year I can do that triathlon.