100 days

I log into Twitter this morning, and what do I see? This scary ass update:

Holy. Shit.

I mean, I've panicked before this date, but 100 DAYS. That's not much time, and I'm only running about 5.5 miles/week right now! I have to work up to 13 miles IN ONE DAY.  Is this even possible?

THIS IS NOT A FUN FACT, Free Press. That kind of update should come with a warning label.

I'm training like I'm supposed to. I'm starting to develop my core muscles, since apparently needing to be in an upright position is important while running. I could be doing more, but I'm making progress.

This girl shaved 30 seconds off of her 1-mile time, and 1 minute 10 seconds off of her 5K time. That's progress- right? Then how come it feels like it's not? That the 13 miles is going to really mess with me?

On top of the 100 day mark, I'm headed out camping for the week with the boy and his family. I have to schedule some runs in there while doing other camping stuff- like eating s'mores. I've already laid out the condition that I'm not allowed to have more than 2- a night. I could eat a box of graham crackers like they're going out of style, and don't get me started on the chocolate and marshmallows.

I'll just keep repeating my calming mantra- 1 mile in 20 minutes, and you'll finish. 1 mile, 20 minutes. 1 mile, 20 minutes...