My official Zappos.com Rock ‘n Roll Las Vegas Marathon shirt arrived in the mail today. Too bad it’s long-sleeved and black, and training begins on the first day of August. I guess I can wear it on days when I go to the gym? I definitely can’t wear it outside. August is too damned hot for long sleeved black t-shirts. The heat is also responsible for my recently crossing over to the dark side — I’m now one of those assholes who runs with no shirt on. Topless. It’s a shame I’m not jacked or people might notice me for reasons other than my bright orange sweatbands. Hey, I figure if I’m going to be a loser who spends his mornings running miles around the city by myself I might as well have some fun with it. Hence the neon sweatbands and short-shorts. Oh, did I forget to mention the short-shorts. Yeah. Those. HA!
Holy shit, that means I only have 22 days left to go crazy before I have to be serious about fitness and diet. That’s a scary thought. 16 long weeks of probable sobriety and generally healthy behavior. Three days of running and one of cross-training each week. Strict diet. Fuck me, I’m going to be a grouch. I’m going to have to be my friends’ designated driver, aren’t I? Thank God I haven’t read any marathon training literature that says I need to abstain from sex during training. That would definitely be a deal breaker.
Yeah, so…I’m going to enjoy every last second of these next 22 days before my life turns serious. I need every night to be like last Sunday night. Or like Monday night. Or like Wednesday night (well, maybe not Wednesday — it can be a little depressing when you come home as your roommate is leaving for work). Or hell, like last night: Golden Gopher, Wang Bangers and Heart Attack Fries, Library Bar, a redhead, some pot, an iPod full of Hip Hop and a way-too-intense late-night conversation/argument about a breakfast sandwich. Actually, now that I think about it, I’ve been sucking out the marrow of life for a while now. Maybe in 22 days I’ll want to change things up a bit.
Ah, who am I kidding. It will be 16 weeks of hell. Well, maybe not the entire four months but definitely the first week or two until I’m accustomed to the changes. The good news is I know it is all for a good cause. Every time I think about the reward a big goofy smile crosses my face. I’m really excited to see how I do.
Now if you’ll excuse me, another long night is about to begin.
Caravan – The Dog, The Dog, He’s At It Again
July 10th, 2011
The Caravan is a start but it’ll take more than that to get the putrid stench of the idea of an iPod polluted with hip-hop out of my craw…
NP – Pharoah Overlord / #4
July 15th, 2011
You have to figure out what works for you, because if you hate training you might not stick with it. You don’t have to be sober all the time, just the night before a long run. I sometimes find that a shorter run can cure a mild hangover.
And when it comes to a strict diet, I think you should make sure you’re eating enough, since as I recall you haven’t always been good about that.