One-woman wolf pack

When I agreed to run the half-marathon, there were supposed to be 2 other ladies running it too. It wasn't my idea, and I had to be talked into it, but I decided to just do it so I wouldn't be that person. You know, the one who's the fun hater.

You may remember this statement from my first post about running the half marathon:

I'm pretty excited to give the half marathon a chance though. It gives me a good reason to actually go out and train because I don't want to be the hugely out of shape one in the group. That'd be embarrassing.

I've been running pretty regularly since December because being the "hugely out of shape one in the group" was a big concern for me. I mean, I didn't want to be that kind of person either. You know, the one who slows everyone down.

Welp, it turns out all my concerns were pretty unnecessary. The 3 of us turned to 2 of us, sometime in January. And just today, the 2 of us turned into 1.

So now I'm a loner. A one-woman wolf pack. My entry fee is paid, my flight back for the weekend is booked, and there's no turning back now. I've got 20 days to increase my endurance. 20 days until I prove to myself that I'm capable of finishing. 20 days. Only twenty. Crap, just 20!