Glutton For Punishment

There are only 24  hours in a day. Right?  So someone please tell me why I just decided to add training for a half marathon to my already brimming plate?  Let's see exactly what I've got going on in my life: I work full time at a pretty insanely demanding job,  I am a mother to a highly active 2 1/2 year old that happens to be a medically complicated child in the middle of chemotherapy, and I'm a wife. 

What about all of this made me think there was time to add training for a 13.1 mile race in my life?  I can sum it up in a few words: feather boa and tiara.  I'm guessing right now you are sitting there and wondering "why would a feather boa and a tiara make this crazy woman want to train for and then subsequently run a half marathon?"  It is very easy, a quirky little race called the Diva's Half Marathon.

One of my dear friends e-mailed me a link to this race a few weeks ago and told me she was thinking of registering for it and wanted to know if I was interested.  As any sane person would do, I immediately thought to myself "why on earth would I choose to run 13.1 miles unless it was the apocalypse and I was running away from the three horsemen?"  And then I checked out the website and saw this under the description of the event:

• Roses, champagne, tiaras and more to make you feel pretty and strong
• Refresh and Renew Stations on the Course
• Feather boa stations and tiara stops on the course
• Awesome, shining and spinning diva medals featuring a spot for your own photo.
• Post Race Dance Party

Stop the presses.  You had me at 'feather boa stations and tiara stops'.  You see, my life is completely, and painfully, devoid of feather boas and tiaras.  Every night I lay in bed and say to myself "the only thing that would have made this day any better is if there was a feather boa or tiara involved in it."  It was karmic destiny that this Diva's Half Marathon found its way into my feather boa/tiara longing life.

And so it seems that many other women in my life have the same hole in their existence because from that one e-mail there are now at least 8 of us training for this same race.  Come October 3rd, we will all be physically fit, mentally strong and completely fulfilled running across the finish line at mile 13.1 donned in a feather boa and tiara getting reading to get our groove on at the post race dance party.

Now you may be thinking to yourself "Doesn't this poor woman know that you can buy a feather boa and tiara at Frederick's of Hollywood or Spencer's Gifts?"  My answer to that would be "Uh, yeah. I know. But they don't have an awesome, shinning and spinning diva medal with a spot for my own photo."  Let the insanity...I mean training... begin!!

http://www.runlikeadiva.com/

[Caffeine consumed during the making of this blog: 1 iced coffee]