Me, the warrior princess!

I am going to be a warrior princess! My boyfriend found this weekend fitness challenge called the "Warrior Dash," which is a crazy ultimate event for thrill-seeking athletes. Now, I feel the need to say, I am no athlete by any stretch of the word. I have a treadmill which collects dust, because I don’t want to be in the same room with it. I reall

y like food, the good hearty kind.

I don’t know how I got so lucky landing a man so out of my league. He is super cute and just this side of super fit. He was a super athlete in high school and college and never lost his athletic frame, so there is no question he can get back to super fit in the 6 months, repeat 6 MONTHS, until this super warrior contest. So, where does that leave me? He started training a few days ago, and though he loves me in all my glory, I already feel inadequate. So, I could watch him loose the tiny bit of a belly he has gained since college and turn back into his super fit old self, or I could do it with him. Wait, what did I just say? I don’t even want to say the number of pounds I will have to lose to get to where I need to be. It is a lot… I can’t do a push up. I can’t run very far without buckling over. I am out of shape. So here it is, guys. I have 6 months until this dash. I don’t know if I will have time to get into good enough shape to compete, but I am totally committed to see how fit I can get by then. This isn’t just to look good on my very cute boyfriend’s arm, though that helps. He is healthy. He is going to live a full, healthy life. I can’t imagine hearing about an athletic event like this one and thinking to myself, I could do that. That is something I want for myself. I want to know that I could be in good enough health to do anything thrown at me, including a long life.