Lest ye think that my last post was really about the worst of the not-so-great ideas I have had (and I alluded to this briefly in said post) this was to be my backup post:
I wouldn't say it was my best idea, deciding to run a marathon...what has it gotten me so far? Let's see. This morning I was out the door at 5:44 am BEFORE THE BIRDS OF THE DAWN WERE EVEN CHIRPING, OK? The stoplight was still on FLASH FLASH FLASH mode. I was staring eight miles in the face in fucking 80% humidity and it was dark and I was terribly CRABBY after having gotten like three hours of sleep because I was tending to a dog who spent most of the night BARFING for no reason I could discern and it was so HOT in my house despite the A/C being cranked on full blast and I know my cat loves me but jeez he can get kind of hot and scratchy lying against my arm all night like that and my left calf muscle was bothering me and my right tibia is STILL not 100% with the goddamn program and I have ten more weeks of these Wednesday-Thursday eight mile runs at the hairy ass crack of dawn and I'm hungry all the time and I ran fucking 33 miles or something last week and that's just the beginning and I feel SLOW and FAT and LAZY and do I really? REALLY? have almost three more months of this before it's all finally fucking over and let's just say I've had myself one powerful gin smash at this time (and maybe more, who knows, or perhaps I might bust out the wine). And now I need to go shopping for goat cheese for my roasted beet salad which I am making for myself for dinner. Because my business wasn't colorful enough already, you know? There's nothing like turning the toilet bowl water magenta like Easter egg dye! Fun, fun, fun!
Yes, deciding to train for a marathon...well...I'm starting to wonder. Is it really that important to be one of that mythical "one tenth of one percent" of people on this earth who complete a marathon? My last post was all about trying to stand out, to be special, and failing miserably. Do you think I can finally do so with this endeavor? Is it worth it? IS IT?
OK. Goat cheese and soy milk time.
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Yeah, i think it is. The first time is the hardest; afterwards, it gets easier.
And when you cross that finish line, each moment of struggle, exhaustion, and pain will feel like glory...
The marathon was one of the stupidest and one of the best things I've done. I like that duality.
The marathon was one of the stupidest and one of the best things I've done.
I could say the same about my master's thesis...
And as for the important part of your post--the roasted beet salad--I like the use of both the greens and the beets in the same salad! I like to buy baby beets at the farmer's market and roast them (whole or halved) on a foil-covered cookie sheet (with some olive oil spray) so they get all blackened and carmelized. Maybe I'll get some this weekend....
I have been reading your blog for months. I stand in awe of you. You are a few years older than me (I'm 31) and you would kick my butt on every run. I am the slow, fat, runner. Not you! Keep up the good work with the marathon training. I'm training for a 1/2 marathon, and I'm wondering the same thing myself--is this really worth it? What amd I trying to prove? Keep running and keep writing such a great blog.
I too have lost a significant amount of weight (about 22 pounds)over the past few years--but not nearly as much as you. You are an inspiration.
Inspired anon hit the nail on the head there. If anyone is in contention for the slow and fat award, it's my wobbly bits :-).
I like beets too. LOL. Magenta rules.
YES!
Especially if you live in Michigan, which is not exactly the running capital of the world.
It is. Not the training part. Or the race part. But the crossing the finish line part. And the years thereafter part. What's 4 months of discomfort in a lifetime?
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