Goals

I hate running. I always have. I think it's a throwback to my former life as a fat kid with asthma. (No, not a past life, I just mean, like, 1984-1998, give or take.) Even now that I'm in decent shape and have somehow become a workout junkie, I generally want nothing to do with running, and don't tolerate it well. I can do jumping jacks and kickboxing and cardio until I sweat blood, but running more than a block or so leaves me miserable, wheezing, and feeling once again like the kid in gym class that everyone laughed at and called Beached Whale.

No problem, right? Just don't run. There's plenty of other workout options. Right?

The problem is this - the Boston Run For Your Life 5K Zombie Race.

Zombies. Obstacle course. Here in Massachusetts.

I must do this.

Except I can't run to save my life. Possibly literally. But I have an idea that I'm going to find out.

It looks like I'm going to need to start training, as soon as I get past my current round of bronchitis. Admittedly, fall-into-winter may not be the best time for this, since I am reluctant as hell to spring for a gym membership, but I'll figure something out.

Who's with me?