This weekend was the Virginia Wine Half-Marathon. I knew things were going to be difficult when my wife’s aunt died — the funeral, you see, was at 11. The half-marathon was two hours away. The half-marathon started at 7. In other words, I needed to run a course that I didn’t know in two hours,… Continue reading Where my first DNF turns to far, far worse
Category: Marathon
Where I blame the weather for my general klutziness
We’ve been having a bout of bad weather in & around casa de batzer. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself with regards to my yard (this can be read as a statement of fact: that am I bad at keeping up with the yard1). Anyway, with bad weather, I have to improvise my workouts.… Continue reading Where I blame the weather for my general klutziness
Where I dust off this old blog of mine
I’m tired (for reasons which will soon be exposed), so we’ll go bullet point style, again1 I woke up at 4 this morning to take a conference call. I’m part of a large project, with a strict, quickly-approaching deadline, and the person who is leading the project is in the UK — so a 4:30… Continue reading Where I dust off this old blog of mine
Where I classify myself as injury prone
I am not a graceful person. When I do yoga, it’s an exercise in me not falling down and trying to avoid farting while hiding the erection that I’ll inevitably get during corpse pose. I’ve been told that I have a near-perfect running posture, but, well, when I run, it feels like I’m a set… Continue reading Where I classify myself as injury prone
Where I wordlessly recap the marathon #WordlessWednesday
Where I recap my second take at the Harrisburg Marathon
About two years ago, I started running, and I’ve thought back on that time a lot lately. Back then, it was purely about health – getting myself to move, committing to a “better me.” I promised that I wouldn’t, ever, care about my time – I’d go further and further and further. I’d find my… Continue reading Where I recap my second take at the Harrisburg Marathon
Where I write in six words before the #harrisburgmarathon
I am completely & irreparably insane.
Where I fast forward 72 hours to my next marathon
In 72 hours, I’ll start. Left foot, right foot, left foot right foot. My playlist hasn’t been set yet. My strategy will be the same as ever: just get to the end. Keep going. Two years ago, if you had told me that I was staring down my third marathon, I’d truly have laughed at… Continue reading Where I fast forward 72 hours to my next marathon