Monday, November 26, 2012
Iíve gotten into the idea of running. And by that I mean that Iíve read some interesting articles on the subject, I read a book about running, Iíve bought the running shoes, and a few mornings a week I get up and run/ walk (mostly walk) a mile.
Then Thanksgiving hit, and to hell and all. My gym was closed and Iím all fat on turkey and pie. So, yeah, I biked to work this morning and nearly had a heart attack. I came dragging and gasping into the office like K2 just happened to pop up in the middle of my commute.
Then my roommate sends me a notice about a 5K, color run in Feb. And like the eager little beaver I jumped right in and we signed up. Now Iím left with the dawning realization that I have about two months to get into shape enough to run 3.1 miles while being pelted with handfuls of colored cornstarch without, you know, dying.
(In retrospect we really shouldnít have spent the entire weekend eating pie and candy while watching old Batman and Robin cartoons. Now weíre all hyped up on sugar thinking we can swing through Gotham City fighting crime. Seriously, the animated drawing makes it look so easy, how hard could it really be?)
Also smack in the middle of these two months is a two week stretch in December in the land that vegetables forgot, my Momís house. Where carbs are king and life isnít complete without a generous helping of Lard.
Well, I guess itís true, history is made by stupid people, because clever people know the odds. Sigh ;)