Oh my aching toes.

Back in December I agreed to sign up for a 1/2 marathon with a couple of girlfriends of mine. It was right around the time I got my iPhone and I somehow led myself to believe that the iPhone would be the one doing the running. My phone and I have been doing pretty good sticking to our training schedule, however it is making me do most of the running but I should have expected that. She's been a b**** since day one.

We've been doing well up until last week. My fancy phone told me I needed to run 7 miles on Saturday. After about 4.5 I could feel blisters on my toes forming and being the quitter that I am I took that as a sign to stop.

So I cleaned up. Bandaged my toes up. Pretended that I was fine. And got back on the treadmill the next day to finish my 7 miles. I did 3 - because I'm assuming that by 'do 7 miles on Saturday' the phone meant do 7 in however many days it takes you - and could hardly stand to have shoes on for the rest of the day.

This is something that I totally didn't anticipate. I thought my biggest hurdle would be the actual running since usually around mile 2 I'm dying. What I've found though is if I just keep going it's not so bad, it almost gets easier. I realize I haven't gotten to 13 miles yet though so this easier feeling is probably temporary. But I'm loving it right now.

So as I write this I'm mentally gearing up for tomorrow's do-over. My blisters have not healed, my new shoes that I bought to hopefully prevent future blisters are not broken in, and my fancy running socks are in the wash. I can already tell this is not going to end well but I'm going to do it anyways damit. Why? Because my stupid phone told me to.

And why else? Because running for an hour and a half will earn me like 12 WW activity points that I can use on Charlie's cake tomorrow. If those words make no sense to you be thankful. It probably means you're strong enough to stay healthy on your own. Congratu-frickin'-lations.