When I was a kid, I had 2 imaginary friends. Mimi was the girl. She was sweet, friendly and always followed the rules. Tada was the boy. He was a trouble-maker, always playing tricks and banging his head against the wall when he didn't get his way.
If they were around today (which I SWEAR they are NOT), I think they would be having a conversation like this:
Mimi: Remember you signed up for a half marathon in May?
Tada: Yea, so? What of it?
Mimi: Well, you really should be training, shouldn't you?
Tada: Sheesh, it's just a half marathon fatty. You can do it in your sleep.
Mimi: Who are you kidding? For one, there are HILLS in this race. And you know how you feel about hills.
Mimi: And to make matters worse, your family is will be there. You don't want to disappoint them by, say, DROPPING DEAD as you cross the finish line.
Mimi: That's it. I am implementing a new training program starting tomorrow morning. And there is no getting out of it.
Tada: GOSH! (bangs head against wall)
See. I told you Tada was annoying (but at least he doesn't swear). Anyway, now there's a plan in place, thanks to Mimi.