From the beginning this blog was doomed.
Daily Journal Of A Reluctant Long-Distance Runner? Not quite.
The daily requirements of family, the morning show, stand-up and oh yeah training for a Half Marathon made it nearly impossible to keep up the “daily” posts and from very early on in my journey I have been anything but “reluctant” about long-distance running. My main goal was to document the pitfalls of my training and make it funny, but as my body started getting stronger and my diet stabilized, that became harder too. I’ve done stand-up a few times since my transformation and during one of the shows I riffed a line that sums it up pretty well. “I have been training for a Half-Marathon and I’ve never felt better in my life, but I don’t have much shit to talk about on stage anymore.” (Laughter) “The good news is that I am in the best shape of my life. The bad news is that this might be my last performance.” Obviously that’s not true, but since my life experience is what I take on stage as a comic, I am at a bit of a crossroads. Self-depricating humor is a comfortable old hat for me, it just doesn't fit at the moment. I'm hoping to find a new approach on the trails.
Evolving comedic philosophy and shitty blog title aside, I hope you enjoyed this journal and it made you laugh or get up off the couch and jumpstart an active life for yourself. I know that I could not have made it this far without a ton of help and support and advice. If you read these entries and gave me positive feedback or advice, THANK YOU. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. I'll be thinking about you when I run 13.1 next Sunday.
From the beginning this blog was doomed, but so was the Marathon and that turned out pretty well.
I am going to paraphrase the story I heard about the origin of the Marathon. DISCLAIMER: I listened to this story on an 8 mile run while listening to music in one ear. A long time ago, like around the movie 300 time period, there was a battle in the town of Marathon in Greece between the Athenian Army and the Persians. This is back when the Persians were a big deal. They had an Empire. Times have changed. Now when you say Persian, people think rugs. And when you say Empire, people think carpet. (Call 1-800-588-2300 Emmmmmpiiiiirrrre) Some soldier or messenger or centaur with a very ancient greek sounding name like Phidippedes or something ran from the town of Marathon to Athens to tell the Athenians that they had defeated the Persians, but the Persians might be regrouping and heading for Athens by ship. The distance between Marathon and Athens was 26 miles. The reason it was doomed from the beginning is because immediately after Phidippindots (?) runs into the assembly or play or orgy to declare victory and deliver the news, HE DIES! First guy to run the distance of the Marathon; the guy who the race is a tribute to, died after he ran it. True story.
From the beginning this blog was doomed, but its been pretty damn fun to write.