MY FIRST MARATHON IS IN FIVE DAYS. *please ignore panic attack*
You know what I didn't understand about marathon training?
I didn't understand how much I would have to give up.
I didn't understand that I couldn't go out with my girlfriends on Friday nights because I had a long run at 5:00AM the next day. I didn't understand that my body would need ten hours of sleep (instead of my normal five.) I didn't understand how my house would suffer, my writing would suffer, my social life would suffer. I didn't understand I would have to say, "No," to many fun and good things because I. Just. Couldn't.
No matter if I ever do this again, I learned something I plan on bringing over to my writing career.
I am going to lose some quality TV time. My Twitter account is going to suffer. I may go back to five hours of sleep, just to fit in face time in front of this screen.
If I want to reach this goal of finishing this book, I HAVE TO GIVE UP. I can't raise these children, teach these big children, have a path through the living room, finish writing a book, and watch every Glee episode. Something (ahem) has to get dropped.
Check back Thursday for Three Things Thursday.
Monday morning, I go back to being a normal writer who runs three miles for fun just like ALL YA'LLS DOCTORS say to. Seriously. I mean it. Go run. (Just don't get carried away like I did.)
See you Thursday.
WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP?