Maybe the title should be "12 Friggin Miles!" or something like that.
Without a doubt, it is the farthest I have traveled on foot at one time...ever. A mix of walking, jogging, peeing and going to the car to take off my sweatshirt... puts me at 3 hours and 15 minutes. At this point, I feel pretty confident that I can do the 13 mile half marathon in under 4 hours.
Why is 4 hours important? Well, that is when they close the race, though 30 people came in after 4 hours, the slowest in 5-1/2 hours, so I guess they keep taking the time?
Anyway, I am on pace for a 3-1/2 hour finish.
My heart and lungs are always with me, the legs, knees and ankles start screaming around mile 9.
OK, I have to say something about this marathon thing...WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? I suppose I thought I would lose weight, but I didn't. I suppose it would motivate me to lose weight...but it hasn't. It seems rather fraudulent to me, a big fat guy pretending to be a marathon runner. That bothers me more than a bit, it seems silly and stupid.
But then, training for it has been exercise I wouldn't have bothered to go and get, and completing it would be a nice bit if confidence and a good way to start the new year. So who knows...and who cares..right?
It's motivation to exercise, just as you said. 12 frigging miles is AWESOME!!
Posted by: Margaret | December 17, 2007 at 20:10