Kid just loves him some cows (komos) wrote,
Kid just loves him some cows
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Insomnia is not conducive to early mornings

Another day of drifting into the office late. Didn’t fall asleep until 2AM, and even though I roused at a reasonable time, I just couldn’t get motivated enough to throw clothes on and head out the door. Instead, I puttered around the apartment, doing little mindless things like boiling a couple of eggs and washing the glassware that had piled up in my sink. The bike stayed home when I finally lurched out of the apartment. I did take the time to walk into Davis, though, lateness be damned.

As I was walking, I kept coming back to an idea that’s sure to make those who know me think that I’ve finally gone soft in the head… It hit me again when I came off the T at Park Street and passed several people wandering around with the bright yellow, long-sleeved jerseys that the BAA gave out to yesterday’s runners. I want to run the marathon. More precisely, I want to lope along like a grizzly for 26.1 miles while lots of other people run the marathon around me.

Yeah, I know it’s a crazy idea, but I don’t think it’s beyond my capabilities. It would mean finally buckling down and actually getting back into shape instead of just agonizing over it and then spending a year working with Hal (himself a veteran of over 100 marathons of various flavors) to get something of a form down. I’d be looking at getting myself ready for the ride a year from now for starters, and then contemplating a run sometime in 2005? I have no real idea, but it seems reasonable. It’d be nice if I could find a training partner, but I’m not holding my breath.

Hunger is good.
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