Posts Tagged: race

The 5K That Wasn’t.

I was supposed to run a 5K tonight – my first since the marathon – but work got a little too crazy, and I didn’t have enough time to go home and change. Ah, well. At least the shirt was cool. In essence, then, I paid $32 for a shirt. Next week is another 5K – Hot Chocolate – and it’s on a Sunday so I’ll have no excuse. They give hoodies as goodie bags. And let’s face it – a hoodie beats a shirt any day, am I right? Have a good night, everyone.

Post-Marathon Update: My Legs Are Useless.

There are certain things that you will hear before you undertake a race of any significant magnitude. One of them being that, after you run a marathon, you might find it difficult to walk. Or move. Or generally do anything that involves being in one place and trying to transport yourself to another, unless you believe in just throwing yourself headlong at things and hoping for the best. So, sure, I heard all of these things. And I’ve had sore muscles before. After my 20-miler, my legs were sore for about a week. But that was nothing – nothing –… I’m not done yet.

‘Twas The Night Before The Marathon…

…and all through the house, I’ve been running around like a fucking crazy. I actually only got home from work about an hour ago; I was supposed to leave there at 2:30, and due to a shitstorm of shit, left at 6. I stopped and got groceries (my dinner: brown rice pasta with tomato and basil sauce; my breakfast tomorrow morning: bagels with peanut butter, greek yogurt, and maybe a granola bar). The plan is to meet one of my running buddies at about 5am on the El, chill downtown for a bit, get into the corral at 7:45, and… I’m not done yet.

Sometimes I wonder if the world’s gone mad.

Rarely will I ever talk about national/political news, but lately, I find myself wondering what the hell is wrong with people. Regardless of what you think about the whole Trayvon Martin ordeal, and who was to blame, etc., the fact is that a kid is dead. Martin was 17, the same age as my brother. Now, it’s true. I have absolutely no frame of reference into the experience of a black male, but if I even think about it for a second, it’s just terrible. How is it that – no matter what is being said now – his killer… I’m not done yet.