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.