AMPM
DO NOT eat the breakfast burritos at am/pm unless you like your eggs to have the consistency of tiny beads. Just putting that out there. Just doing what I can.
The LA marathon was SWEET.
It all began when i woke up at sunrise last sunday. I drove to LA without any music, as the sun reflected bright off the freeway signs.
I parked about 6 blocks from the finish line and walked to the metro station where i got a free ride on the subway to Universal Studios. It was the first time I had been on the L.A. subway and it is the fakest looking subway i've ever seen. It's so clean, it's weird.
I got off the subway and stepped into what was a massive gathering of people.
The crowd of people was itself probably about a half mile long, so when the runners started towards the front of the line they just looked like liquid pouring up the hill. As we approached the starting line, I had the sensation of going to war. War in the traditional sense, of course, where thousands of soldiers would just grab a sharp object and run to the other castle.
We ran through the streets where strangers cheered us on, gave us water, gatorade, oranges, occasionally alcohol, and salon-pas. At about Mile 22 I felt like dying, but I could still walk, and jog from time to time. There was the most beautiful view of the LA skyline I've ever seen while crossing the 6th street bridge, but I didn't have the will to take a picture. This is where time slows down.
When I finally crossed the finish line, I was half-conscious and all-grateful. As I closed my eyes to go to sleep that night I felt as if i was being propelled forward (as i had been for much of the day). Kinda like when you play in the waves all day, and go home and feel like you're still drifting in the ocean. At one point I started to dream that I was running to the next mile marker, and that feeling of "this will never end" overtook me once more. Fortunately I woke up in time to remind myself that i had already finished. Amen.
The LA marathon was SWEET.
It all began when i woke up at sunrise last sunday. I drove to LA without any music, as the sun reflected bright off the freeway signs.
I parked about 6 blocks from the finish line and walked to the metro station where i got a free ride on the subway to Universal Studios. It was the first time I had been on the L.A. subway and it is the fakest looking subway i've ever seen. It's so clean, it's weird.
I got off the subway and stepped into what was a massive gathering of people.
The crowd of people was itself probably about a half mile long, so when the runners started towards the front of the line they just looked like liquid pouring up the hill. As we approached the starting line, I had the sensation of going to war. War in the traditional sense, of course, where thousands of soldiers would just grab a sharp object and run to the other castle.
We ran through the streets where strangers cheered us on, gave us water, gatorade, oranges, occasionally alcohol, and salon-pas. At about Mile 22 I felt like dying, but I could still walk, and jog from time to time. There was the most beautiful view of the LA skyline I've ever seen while crossing the 6th street bridge, but I didn't have the will to take a picture. This is where time slows down.
When I finally crossed the finish line, I was half-conscious and all-grateful. As I closed my eyes to go to sleep that night I felt as if i was being propelled forward (as i had been for much of the day). Kinda like when you play in the waves all day, and go home and feel like you're still drifting in the ocean. At one point I started to dream that I was running to the next mile marker, and that feeling of "this will never end" overtook me once more. Fortunately I woke up in time to remind myself that i had already finished. Amen.