A new foot for Thanksgiving, please.

There are three runs I've seen on calendars that I want to participate in:

1) Turkey Trot in Lincoln Park on Thanksgiving
2) Jingle Bell something or other
3) Cascade Half Marathon in Oregon on January 11th.

If my right foot weren't so useless I'd register right now for all three. However, it is a sad excuse for a foot and isn't serving me properly.
On Tuesday, after my appointment with some doctor to figure out my foot, I'll decide about the Turkey Trot. I'm determined to do the Jingle one and as long as my foot isn't anything serious, the half marathon, too.
I ran that race last year on my birthday, and despite the fact that I died at mile 11.5 and experienced extreme disorientation due to low blood sugar, it was good. Honestly the best way I've spent my birthday ever since an awesome rainbow icecream cake when I was like six. That's a lie, I had some awesome birthdays in high school-- surprise party for 16th, surprise gathering for my 18th and an Arthur cake-- perfection. I don't think I'm a big birthday person. I liked running that race on my birthday because I like running.

I figure if I'm really going to do a half ironman next year I need to get more comfortable with running 13 miles. The only reason I was able to putz through the 6 miles at the end of Accenture is because running six miles wasn't a big deal before hand. Had I just started running with training for the triathlon, or if six had been a big deal, the run leg would have been more dismal than it actually was. I need my stupid foot to figure it's life out so I can start slowly but surely building my mileage and make 13 miles a regular thing in my life. Maybe once or twice a week? I don't know. This is why I need a personal trainer or a training program for a half ironman. A legit one that won't just get me to the finish line but one that will get me to the finish line in a decent time, one that will challenge me to do my absolute best.

So, we'll see. Pray for my foot. It kills.