Wednesday, February 27, 2008
the trouble with running, part 1
as you may be able to tell from the title, i'm a tiny bit frustrated with this so-called "sport" these days. why? well. it's a long... and short... story.
last september, in a decision that can be seen as either sheer chutzpah or mere insanity, i decided to train to run the boston marathon in april 08. problem: i'm too slow to qualify. solution: i join dana-farber's marathon team. this is great! i get to raise money for an organization that has actually helped people i know. AND i get to run in the marathon.
ever since i was about 8, i've secretly wanted to run this race. it's kind of a big deal in massachusetts, where i spent the first 26 years of my life. not like ron burgundy "kind of a big deal," but, like, a really big deal. over 25,000 people run it. kenyans or other similarly ridiculously-fit runners usually win it. plus, the race mascot is a frickin unicorn. rad.
so running this race easily made it onto my 8-year-old's version of "list of things to do before i die," which currently resides in my underwear drawer. In fact, the race made it into my top 3, right behind no. 1, "climb mount everest," and ahead of no. 3, "own a tiger."
as it turns out, however, it took me a while to believe that this was an achievable goal. unlike owning a tiger, which obviously is still under legitimate consideration.
i wish i could say that some important milestone in my life spurred me to make the decision to enter the race in 2008. unfortunately, that's not true. i just said, "fuck it." and submitted an entry form.