I have less than 24 hours to decide if I’m going to actually run a marathon, instead of just making schedules and reading things and acting like I am.
26.2 miles is kind of far. There’s a sign on one of the paths I sometimes run that has a “Distance to X, Y, and Z” section on it. From that sign to a local landmark is about 26 miles. And every time I pass it, I think about how far that really is, and if it’s actually possible for a person who is new to this running thing to complete successfully, and how insane someone has to be to train to run that farther or farther when you don’t even have to chase down woolly mammoths anymore because there’s a perfectly good burger place down the street that will deliver things to you AND bring you extra cheese for your fries ‘cause, yeah, of course.
But then I think… hey, why not? I think I really want one of those 26.2 bumper stickers.
I guess it’ll be a game time decision.
#CHEESEBURGERS ARE TASTIER THAN MARATHONS#TO BE OR NOT TO BE#I BET SHAKESPEARE NEVER RAN A MARATHON#IN FACT HE'D PROBABLY SAY#WHY DOST THOU RUN SO MANY MILE ABOUT?#OH WAIT#HE DID
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