Here's a tale of the mouth getting you into trouble.
Last year my GF decided to get involved in a charity for the local marathon. She called me and asked if I could suggest a good local one. I suggested the Firefighter's Burn Treatment Society as it is completely transparent and has no administrative costs and, oh yeah, I'm a firefighter.
She and her company did great and they raised a few thousand dollars.
This year when she started to train for it again and says you should enter and raise money for them too. Me:"Umm. Well you see, I can't run because of the bouncing and jouncing." Her "Well you could walk." I'm trapped and have to do this because it's more my charity than hers.
Here comes the really good part. Her: You should join the walking group at the Running Room." You ready for this? Me: "I know I can walk 21 kilometers so I don't need to." Her: Well you might like the social aspect and enjoy the regular walks." Me: "Pfft. I don't think so."
That was 4 months ago. Last night I walked in the cold and rain for 1.5 hours at a pace most couldn't do for 5 minutes. I was sucked into this by a big vortex and am now excited to get out for my walk and determined to do so at the fastest pace possible. I wear a heart rate monitor and GPS tracker; $150.00 sneakers and high tech clothes to wick away the moisture. I know what the dog feels when he's been inside the house all day and then sees the leash.
The worst thing is that I'm reminded on a regular basis that I didn't need or want to do this. Her: Yeah. You won't like this." I just hate being wrong and now must admit I was all wrong almost every Wednesday and Sunday when our groups meet together.
My goal is to walk the half marathon in 2:35 which certainly won't win me any prizes, but is still pretty quick when on foot must always be on the ground.
On a side note I've lost 15 pounds; can walk for several hours with a 160 heart rate; have a 50 resting heart rate and have something to take up a bunch of my free time. Oh yeah. I've also gotten 60 plus sponsors for this year. I also get to say "You were right dear" at least once a week.