I’m the subject of a little secret project. Well, I guess it is not exactly SECRET.
I’m writing an article for Frederick Magazine.
Who cares, right?
Well the article is actually about … ME.
I’ve been asked to write an article about training for the Frederick Marathon. I guess the interesting angle here is that I am not a youngster (ouch!). I am a middle aged? married woman with two small children trying to train for a marathon while balancing a full time job, children and a husband. (Not to mention a dog, 6 fish and a bearded dragon, but I digress.)
So, I’ve been keeping a journal of my experiences and have been working on the story for a couple of weeks now.
The interesting part of this whole experience is having a photographer assigned to you. Oh yes, I have my own personal paparazzi. (Actually, my paparazzi’s name is Mike and he is a pretty great guy with a lot of patience who I am quite certain thinks I am a little loopy.)
Poor Mike has had to follow me around at all hours while I train for this sucker. And by train, I mean run. So how boring is THAT? You have got to feel for him. It’s been cold, rainy and well, EARLY. And he has been taking pictures of some silly woman doing the same things over and over again. They can’t be paying him enough.
Although I must admit that it has been pretty amusing to see people’s expressions as we (meaning me and my running partners Katie, Rani & Rachel) run through downtown Frederick with this photographer jumping out at us taking pictures.
I feel like Britney Spears. Only older. And wider. And…. okay, gonna stop now. You get my point.