girl-don't-run say what?

I just gave a verbal agreement that I would run a 5k in 9 weeks.
Yup.

I think I'm about to puke.

I hate running. I loathe it! I think it's awful.

So, why run?

Well, some encouragement and conviction from this, this, and this.

I know that I should be doing more for my body. I wish I could run. I think all those girls with their oversized shirts, cool headbands, and neato running shorts are so cool. Plus, I want new shoes... but can't justify them. And my iPod is lonely just sitting in my purse. It needs to feel the wind on it's screen. I want a "running mix".

So, 9 weeks. After I run my 5k... I will get new shoes. And a cool iPod sports case. Until then, the old nikes will be on my feet and I'll be ace-bandaging my iPod to my arm.

I'm going to be "training" 3 days a week: monday, tuesday, and thursdays. Anyone in? I'm going to try and run at the rec, or somewhere that I can deem safe from being kidnapped.
I'm going to need encouragement in the form of accountability. And tasty granola bars.

If you want to run with me, even just once a week, please let me know! I need all the people along side me as I can get!