I talk a good game about running, but the truth is that it's mostly talk. When my dad and I get together to "run" twice a week, we do far more walking than running. During those leisurely workouts, I think the farthest we've gone running and walking combined is four miles. The farthest I've gone at a nonstop trot is 5K.
So when I say that tomorrow I'll begin training for the half marathon, it is with a feeling of sheer terror and a lack of confidence that I'll have the willpower to see the thing through.
Working out six days a week for 12 weeks doesn't really seem like "my thing," or rather, "humanly possible." I know that people do it, and in fact plenty of people have been doing it for months already for the full marathon, but those "people" are clearly super-athletic robots designed to inspire and/or shame normal humans. (Some of them have fun blogs, though.)
But what the hey; I'm gonna give it a shot. It took three years to change me from someone who hates running to someone who tries to convince others to run 5Ks. Let's see if 12 weeks can change me into a real runner.