MY FIRST MARATHON IS IN FIVE DAYS. *please ignore panic attack*
You know what I didn't understand about marathon training?
I didn't understand how much I would have to give up.
I didn't understand that I couldn't go out with my girlfriends on Friday nights because I had a long run at 5:00AM the next day. I didn't understand that my body would need ten hours of sleep (instead of my normal five.) I didn't understand how my house would suffer, my writing would suffer, my social life would suffer. I didn't understand I would have to say, "No," to many fun and good things because I. Just. Couldn't.
No matter if I ever do this again, I learned something I plan on bringing over to my writing career.
Giving up.
I am going to lose some quality TV time. My Twitter account is going to suffer. I may go back to five hours of sleep, just to fit in face time in front of this screen.
If I want to reach this goal of finishing this book, I HAVE TO GIVE UP. I can't raise these children, teach these big children, have a path through the living room, finish writing a book, and watch every Glee episode. Something (ahem) has to get dropped.
Check back Thursday for Three Things Thursday.
Monday morning, I go back to being a normal writer who runs three miles for fun just like ALL YA'LLS DOCTORS say to. Seriously. I mean it. Go run. (Just don't get carried away like I did.)
See you Thursday.
WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP?


This is our friend, Stephen. "He is our guide and friend." Sorry, couldn't resist. But, really, he is our guide. And, um, friend.
This is Pillow Rock. See that kayak on the right? There is another kayak beside him. (UPRIGHT! UNDER WATER!) It's big.

Mumus happen, people. Mumus happen.

