psst! I've got a secret...

It's not like "I murdered someone" kind of secret or even "I hoard mini kit kat bars under my mattress" kind of secret (by the way neither of those apply to me). It's just a secret that I have never, EVER told anyone. Not even my husband. A plain old secret that I have kept to myself for years because surely even you, dear reader, would laugh if you knew it.

Would you like to know what it is?

Really?

*deep breath*

Okay.

For some reason unknown to me, I want to run a half marathon. Not a full marathon cause I'm not stupid, just a half marathon. What makes this especially amusing is I despise running. Hate it from the bottom of my core. I would rather do dishes for 26 straight days than have to run. And if you know me, you know I really, REALLY hate doing dishes. But running? Why would I want to expose myself to this? It's not like running to catch my child before she knocks down the soup display. But running 13.1 miles! I realize people do this all the time. In fact, half marathons have grown in popularity over the past few years and there is nothing I should be afraid of. So what's holding me back from doing something I want to do? I know it would take quite a bit of training on my part as let's face it, I'm certainly not in running shape, but perhaps I will get to do my half marathon one day. If I do, I hope you will be there to cheer me over the finish line. Or better yet, catch me as I collapse from sheer exhaustion.

So now you know my secret.

In the meantime, I have a sink load of dishes waiting for me.