Ouch!

Well, now I have a coach. I've never really had a coach before, so I wasn't sure what to expect. My experience with sports is limited to a ranting High School Gym Teacher who frightened small children and most grown men and left a disdain for all things athletic buried deep in my gut. Oh yeah, her husband, the guys coach, was almost as bad. But, now that I'm preparing to run a marathon (they're slowly talking me into the full marathon; they have no idea how stubborn I can be) I guess they don't want me to embarrass them, so they gave us/me a coach, two coaches actually. They seem cool, but I'm reserving judgement for the moment.
I got a training schedule for the month of February from said coaches. HOLY CRAP! (Sorry, was that out loud?) Let's just say, I'm a wee bit terrified. There are a lot of miles on that calendar. I did my first workout today and spent a good part of the evening on ice. I'm sure things will get worse before they get better, but I've been assured that they've, "Done this before.","They know what they're doing.","You probably won't die." So, I going to bed. I've got a date with the treadmill in the morning.

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