February 15, 2013: Decision Day

Today I decided I wanted to run the Chicago 2013 marathon. Not for impoverished children in Africa. Not for cancer. Not for AIDS. Because I'm bored. And I'm a dickhead.

I made this decision whilst eating Nutella and listening to an awesome dance song in my girlfriend's humongous California King bed. See photo below & song here.

Needless to say... I'm fucked

The following blog will provide a disturbingly honest peek into the trials and tribulations of my training for my first marathon, which will take place in a mere eight months.

Relevant Running History: I've only run one 5k race in my life. And I was almost beat by a guy wearing a 50-lb reindeer costume.

Cours Forest, cours. Did I mention I was French?