I have a choice to make.  I can either run 13.1 miles on Sunday or I can not.   I’m signed up to run the women-only Maine Coast Half Marathon (aka another Pikermi) with my sister-in-law.

I haven’t trained for this one.   My longest run since the Bar Harbor Half in September was an ill-fated 8.75 mile run (was supposed to be 10 miles) on Sept 24th that was cut short by my vajayjay falling out.

The only other run of any consequence since then was a 6 mile run on Columbus Day that also culminated in some more of my insides making their way to the outside.

Oh, and I had surgery last week.

So I’m not exactly confident in my ability to run 13 miles two days from now.

The alternative to running is simply not running.  For all I’ve been through in the last two months, and for all that my body has been through, I don’t think anyone would think less of me if I didn’t run.

But the truth is, I will think less of me.  So I’m going to run.   Or walk/run.  Or run for a while and then see.  Either way, I’m showing up on Sunday morning in the beautiful York beach area of Maine, and I’m going to give it my best.

Here’s the course map.  It’s flat and runs past the ocean.  Pretty much my ideal race. Except for the weather.  It’s supposed to be 36 degrees F at gun time with an 11 MPH wind, so the “feels like” temperature will be 29.  Oh boy, that sounds like fun, huh?