I hate Pheidippides - I'm going to travel back in time and punch him in the face
So, I'm still training for the marathin on January. I just came back from a 14 mile run.
Let me tell you: Running is the single worst thing ever discovered. Its worse than guns, genocide, Michael Moore, and Pretty, Pretty Princess...combined.
I used to really like running, back when running meant 3 to 5 miles.
Now, its just plodding.
Today, I felt good for the first 10 miles. Then my body quickly started falling apart. Ankles, knees, hips, lower back - everything aches. I was seriously considering throwing myself in front of a car. But, due to good planning on my part, I run on less popular roads, so no car (and, therefore, opportunity) presented itself.
Further, because I was unable to run this morning, I had to run this evening. And since the sun sets at 2pm these days, I was running in the dark guessing where the turns were. I ended up at a shooting range. Seriously. I somehow ran into a pistol range. I have no idea how.
Now I just have to add 12 more miles onto these runs, and I've done a marathon.
Hurray! (since sarcasm doesn't carry well via written word, that HURRAY was smothered with sarcastic inflection)
Let me tell you: Running is the single worst thing ever discovered. Its worse than guns, genocide, Michael Moore, and Pretty, Pretty Princess...combined.
I used to really like running, back when running meant 3 to 5 miles.
Now, its just plodding.
Today, I felt good for the first 10 miles. Then my body quickly started falling apart. Ankles, knees, hips, lower back - everything aches. I was seriously considering throwing myself in front of a car. But, due to good planning on my part, I run on less popular roads, so no car (and, therefore, opportunity) presented itself.
Further, because I was unable to run this morning, I had to run this evening. And since the sun sets at 2pm these days, I was running in the dark guessing where the turns were. I ended up at a shooting range. Seriously. I somehow ran into a pistol range. I have no idea how.
Now I just have to add 12 more miles onto these runs, and I've done a marathon.
Hurray! (since sarcasm doesn't carry well via written word, that HURRAY was smothered with sarcastic inflection)