On Monday, April 18th, I will be running the 109th occurrence of the Boston Marathon. Between now and then, I have much fretting to do, so I don't know if I'll be doing much blogging for the next few days. Tomorrow, I have to work, pack, and fret. On Friday I fly to Boston. Then the weekend is filled with fretting. Before you know it, I'm standing in Hopkinton, 26.2 miles away from the finish line in Boston, fretting for a final few moments.
Also on Monday April 18th is my wife's birthday. So, for those few moments that I'm not fretting, I'll be thinking about what a dick I am for not getting her presents organized before this trip. There is much precedent in this household for celebrating holidays after the fact, so this is not a divorceable offense (yet). Plus, my wife owes me one or two holidays worth of gifts, so I can coast for a week or two.
Anyway, the point here is WISH ME LUCK.
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15 comments:
Good luck with the marathon. Run a mile for me.
Anon, thanks. That only leaves 25.2 other unsponsored miles.
I don't understand me runner people either, and I'm not convinced that goals are good. Regardless, I appreciate your support.
Folks, we only have 24.2 unsponsored miles left. Operators are standing by.
Anon here again. My cats would like to sponsor the rest of the miles. If necessary they said they would carry you across the finish line. Ok, that part was a lie but the first part wasn't.
I'm a little unnerved by your cats' interest in my running, but beggars can't be choosers. Thanks!
I wish to sponsor the "Miles of Ultimate Despair", somewhere between 18 and 24 I would guess - you know what I'm talking about. Good luck!
Thanks, Nomax! You'll have to duke it out with Anon's cats for official sponsorship, but your support is greatly appreciated.
I would gladly sponsor a shortcut so that you needn't pass through the Miles of Ultimate Despair. It would save you a great deal of pain. A great deal. Tempting, is it not?
To show my sincerity, I'll even guarantee a victory, or if you feel that is too conspicuous, any place finish that you'd like.
To secure my sponsorship, I only require a small commitment from you, a mere weightless trifle. I assure you it's quite a reasonable trade. If interested, please contact me directly.
You know how.
Tyson... I mean Mephistopheles, I thought I couldn't sell my soul twice. Do you have some special 2 For 1 deal going? Anyway, I'm in. Sign me up for a 2:54 finish. Thanks!
Marathoning (is that a verb?) seems like an odd choice of hobby for someone who is "prepared to give up at any time." But anyway, good luck!
By the way, what did you get for your soul the first time?
Seriously ... The only time I would ever give a thought to running would only be if someone were chasing me ... Despite this, I volunteer to be the motorized vehicle coasting along side of you offering words of encouragement.
"Get a move on dammit! This isn't a race for last place!"
Hey, I never said it would be positive ...
Consider yourself sponsored for all the miles that you ask yourself repeatedly, "Why the hell am I doing this?"
Tyson, I got me a shiny nickel! Shiny!
Stacey, I will remember your motivation as I strive to stay out of last place. Thanks!
I'm surprised you haven't decided to sell your body for advertising during the race ... I mean, come on, that's good for five, six bucks easy. In any case, I will sponsor the pre-race spectacular, in which JaRule and Yo-Yo Ma will team up for the most incredible cross-genre pairing since Johnny Cash and Louis Armstrong.
Oops, I was just sacrilegious.
And good luck, for sure. Just make sure you don't drink too much water; I heard about hyponatremia on NPR today, and it's not pretty.
Colby, I have decided to sell my body for advertising, I just don't have an adequate punchline.
And, you are officially the fifth person to warn me about drinking too much water today. However, you've placed first in your age group. Congratulations.
Tyson,
Your last comment about hydration put me in such a tizzy that I lost the race. Dammit!
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