So, I thought about not posting this in case I didn't follow through on it, so that the whole Internet didn't have to know about my personal failures, but then I figured that if I do post it, I'll have more motivation to follow through.

I decided last night that I am going to run a half marathon this year. I think the Brooklyn one is in April, though I'm not sure because it is mysteriously impossible to find any information on it online. At any rate, even if I don't get to do it officially until summer or fall, I am going to start training for it now.

I started thinking about distance running back in November, when the NYC Marathon trapped me on the other side of 4th Avenue and I was forced to stand and watch them go by for hours and hours - I noticed that the people running it were of different ages, shapes, sizes, speeds... and I thought, this is something that I could do. With the right training and preparation, I really could do it. And it would just be... I guess symbolic of my triumph over so many of the insecurities that have plagued me for pretty much my whole life - my weight, my eating issues, overall health, and physical achievements. If you look at the high school me, you would never imagine that in my twenties I would run a marathon.

Clearly a marathon is a lofty ambition, and I'd like to start smaller. Once I achieve that, I can decide if a full is really something that I feel like I want to do.

I just think I've been distracted by too many things in the past few years, and I'm finally kind of narrowing in on what really matters to me. My body and my health, both mental and physical, are things that I really haven't been taking the best care of, and I want to fix that, starting now.

So don't let me let you down!