And then my legs fell off...

Love will make you do crazy things. Face tattoos. Giant messages on Jumbotrons. Public singing.

For me, that list includes: Run ‘til your legs fall off.

At least, I think it must be love because there is no other earthly reason I would be awake, let alone running, at an hour (5:30am) I typically find useless and morally objectionable.  

It's a toss-up over which I dislike most. Running or mornings, I mean. But, in what was (apparently) a moment of love-crazed irrationality, I agreed to start a “Let’s get in shape” plan with D that includes both.

The thing with D is he’s one of these chisled Greek God firefighter types who has never been out of shape a day in his life. Seriously. It's like agreeing to 'get in shape' with Adonis. You know, if Adonis was a firefighter from Eastern Oregon.   

Anyhoo, so we’re both doing ‘daily doubles’ -- that would be two daily training sessions -- for the next several weeks. He is because he's required to as part of his rappel team training (yes, ladies, he also jumps out of helicopters, fixes stuff, AND makes a mean enchilada. Eat it, real Adonis!). I am because I’ve obviously lost my mind.

And having my legs fall off isn't the worst of it either. I also agreed to a month of wine-free sobriety during this crazy training plan.

Lord.Help.Me.

{Images via Elizabeth Farrar for Bella Vita}