The bee in my bonnet

Shred Day 17 is done. Thirteen days left. Fourteen days till I leave for the East Coast.

And now:

This workout is killing me. I crawl to the fan each day and die for about 15 minutes after I'm done. I feel like I lose about an hour of ultra-fine motor skill function each time.

But.

I can do this. I know I can. I know I'm capable of powering through this and finishing strong in time for my vacation. I won't be bikini ready. I never hoped for that. But I'll be strong. I'll be able to walk the beach, pound the pavement in New York, dance the night away and fearlessly face down a lobster roll. That's my goal.

And since I know I can do this, it's got me wondering: What else can I do if I put my mind to it?

A friend in London is considering starting P90X. Ninety days is just thirty days three times over. I can do that. (*gasp* *wheeze*)

My cousin has invited me to run the Seattle half-marathon in November. I've never run a race in my life. But Runner's World has a nine-week training program.

If I start P90X the week after I get back from vacation and start the serious half-marathon training nine weeks out from the race, there would be 27 days of overlap in the training. I'd be exhausted.

But I think I could do it.

I think I'd feel like a ...

Tough Mudder.

Which is what I want to be able to do next year in Seattle.

This may be the jumpstart I need to kick my butt into gear to tackle something hard, something worth bragging about.

I'll let you know what I decide.

I've got a bunch of beach time and lobster to tackle first.