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Kurat, as they say in Estoland. My cousin is marathon training and somehow I've been pulled into the fold. 16 k yesterday. I almost died. I haven't slept in two weeks and the coffee I drank right before gave me an almost nauseating burst of energy. But after I found 10 bucks on the trail I almost dodged the fam and jumped in a cab.
Running on no sleep is the weirdest thing ever. When we finally got back I was bending over in agony, and frightened for my life, and lungs. See, I'm not exactly a stranger to the carcinogen, but have you run by the Don River? Holy Moses, there's steam coming off it.
The great thing about the marathon training that I've been sucked into is the neighbourhood I've found. It's the underbelly of Toronto's rich area. Under the subway tracks, bridges -- all this graffiti spewed everywhere. Beautiful paths, trees, blooming flowers, dog shit -- it's so springy. But I wouldn't go down there alone if I were you.
Now I'm being signed up for the Nike marathon. Is anyone else succumbing to this garbage? Have you seen the ads in the subway stations? ...come on Queen St. Scenesters, join in, or something to that effect. In Greek town, they're like, drop the pita. It'll be on your ass in a few weeks....hmmm...or should I say mmmm...I had the best souvlaki there awhile ago...
There is something called dopamine in our systems that running regularly triggers. My insatiable energy and urge to buy Running Room paraphernalia, like those weird water sacks with straws, means that I'm getting addicted. I'm going to become such a jogging nerd. You know all those whacked out super energy types you see running in packs. It's sad but true. I'm hooked on dopamine.
Running on no sleep is the weirdest thing ever. When we finally got back I was bending over in agony, and frightened for my life, and lungs. See, I'm not exactly a stranger to the carcinogen, but have you run by the Don River? Holy Moses, there's steam coming off it.
The great thing about the marathon training that I've been sucked into is the neighbourhood I've found. It's the underbelly of Toronto's rich area. Under the subway tracks, bridges -- all this graffiti spewed everywhere. Beautiful paths, trees, blooming flowers, dog shit -- it's so springy. But I wouldn't go down there alone if I were you.
Now I'm being signed up for the Nike marathon. Is anyone else succumbing to this garbage? Have you seen the ads in the subway stations? ...come on Queen St. Scenesters, join in, or something to that effect. In Greek town, they're like, drop the pita. It'll be on your ass in a few weeks....hmmm...or should I say mmmm...I had the best souvlaki there awhile ago...
There is something called dopamine in our systems that running regularly triggers. My insatiable energy and urge to buy Running Room paraphernalia, like those weird water sacks with straws, means that I'm getting addicted. I'm going to become such a jogging nerd. You know all those whacked out super energy types you see running in packs. It's sad but true. I'm hooked on dopamine.