Sitting here looking at the piles of stuff I'm planning to pack into a ridiculously oversized backpack, I'm wondering what would've possessed me to decide that a great way to spend my 40th year on Earth would be by running half marathons. C'mon Kev... old people don't heal well, and my past philosophy on running would be that how fast and far I run depends on who's chasing me.
Ok, so 40 isn't old. Some say it's the new 30. Well that means the 30 year olds I've had my eye on are now the new 20 year olds, and that's the last thing I need in my life. Relationship pursuits aside, I'm gearing up for the Inaugural Rock-n-Roll Marathon Series Mardi Gras Half Marathon in New Orleans on Feb 28. I'm hoping it's as fun as it looks on the Website, although few things are (see the recent news articles on the 300+ people sick on the cruise ship). Either way, it's an experience I'll never forget, and hopefully will recover from quickly.
For those sickos who may be wondering what goal I have for a finish time, let's just say I hope it's less than the time it takes to fly to Finland from Louisiana (get it? Finnish time???) The goal for this race is to complete the 13.1 mile run without having to be carried across the finish line and still possess the ability to walk away and enjoy the rest of my weekend.
More from the road... Daddy needs to finish packing and get some shut eye.
Peace, love and harmony... those folks who sing off key kill me,
Hop-a-long Kev, the guy wondering how long until his toenails start falling off.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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