Encouraging Zombies and Bonus Turkeys

So I did something rash and signed up for a 5K. If you're about to remind me that I hate running, save your breath. I remember.

I hit the web page for Woodland's Running of the Turkeys yesterday. That's our local Thanksgiving Turkey Trot. It's in nine weeks. (Yup, that's right. The Holidays begin in nine weeks. Take a minute to freak out about that with me.) They had a link to an inexpensive training program in the form of an iPhone app with the amusing title of Couch to 5K. It's a nine week program. I took it as divine intervention. Or as the universe telling me to stop watching NetFlix and fracking get my life in hand. (Is that the same thing? Let's call it the same thing.) In rush of temporary insanity or motivation or whatever, I signed up for the turkey run and bought the app.

The app comes with an invisible zombie trainer I've nicknamed Eddie. Eddie encourages me on my runs and suggests that now would be a good time to pick up the pace or he will eat my brains. Occasionally he tells me that he dropped a leg or an eyeball awhile back there and he needs to stop and pick it up again, so I may as well walk and cool down for a minute since he wouldn't be able to reach my brains right now anyway.

I think I like Eddie. I think we could be friends, if not for the brain-eating thing.

So today I picked up a pair of running shoes at Big 5, and Eddie and I had our inaugural training session. It was okay. I think I'm less likely become as enamored of running as I am of ballet and hockey. But I think I can probably persuade myself to do it. Zombies are chasing me after all.

It's worth noting that this whole Running of the Turkeys thing is a fundraiser for the Yolo Food Bank. If you feel like donating on behalf and me and Eddie, we'd appreciate your support. Eddie's not the only one out there who's going without a meal.