Diet Coke is the Devil

It's been nearly three days since I drank a Diet Coke and I'm ready to strangle somebody. No joke. This feels as bad as it did when I quit smoking. Last night, during a craving for a soda, I even said it was harder than quitting smoking. Joe just looked at me like I was nuts. Which I pretty much am. But, honestly, this addiction to DC has got to stop. I know that if I stop drinking it every single day, that I will lose weight. But, for now, I just want one little, teeny, tiny sip. Please?

A little history....

After roughly fifteen years of smoking, I finally quit on September 19th. I decided to do the Couch 2 5K program. I started that one week later, on September 26th. I ran my first 5K on December 4th, with about one week left of the program to finish. That race was run in the snow, sleet, and ice. It was a humbling experience. My time for that race was about 38 minutes. I can now run a 5K in about 32 minutes. So, eleven months of "practice" have paid off.

Since then I completed the Shamrock Shuffle in April. That race was a blast and I plan on doing it every year. Along with the Jingle Bell 5K, since that was my very first race.

10 days to go...

Well, the Chicago Rock'n'Roll Half Marathon is in 10 days. I think I'm ready for it. My goal is to finish, end of story. Whether that be by running, walking, or crawling across the finish line, I will finish. I feel mixed emotions. I'm scared shitless and excited and nervous. My stomach is in knots just thinking of it. I'll honestly be glad when it's over. This is one of the biggest things I have ever done in my life. I've already got six races lined up between now and next July. The rest of this year and 2012 are going to rock.