Being 42 is hard when you're a wannabe runner. It was roughly 3 years ago when I decided that if I left everything the way it was, I wouldn't live to the ripe old age of 84 (my predetermined ideal age to die). So the something I decided to change was this: get off the damn couch (in my case the bed because that's where I love to cozy up and play games on my phone, stalk facebook, etc.) and get some real, life extending exercise. So I did what any person who was woefully out of shape and 40 pounds overweight would do, I signed up for my very first half marathon. As I set about trying to "train" for this personal goal that represented choosing life over death for me, I really had no clue what I was doing. I am pretty sure my longest distance in training was a paltry 5 miles...for a race that was 13.1 miles. This was nothing short of stupidity! Because I am actually a smart person, I could have really done the research and work to prepare better but, woe is me, I did...