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May 14, 2005
Funk 
Today's been kinda a rough day. I had a rough night, and woke up on time to begin my long day of walking, but then my belly would not cooperate. After missing the window of time to walk to PFit, and then missing the window to ride to PFit, I went back to bed in a funk.
I know I should just dig in and do it. I know that's the party line. But sometimes this all seems like too much. If I do a 21 miler as a LSD, that's 7 hours of walking, plus the ice bath, plus the nap and the eating, and it will take up all the time given to it.
I have two days off. I have PFit one day. It doesn't feel like a lot of time to recooperate from the workweek, get the yard work done, get the errands run, buy groceries. How do other people do this??
And let's face facts, it's a whole lot easier to do a long walk or run with someone else.
I'm back to my long-standing internal discussion. Should I be training for marathons, or halves? Halves are easy, they're humane, and even I can get a 14 mile walk in, but where's the glory in that? I think about the Gorge Marathon, and I have to admit, I'm infatuated by the thought of the hilly beautiful course. Though not infatuated enough to get out for a 21-miler today.
So today, we went out for breakfast at a cute place called the Industrial Cafe and Saloon. We waited over an hour for our breakfast—mine was okay, but sweetie's was overcooked and featured canned mushrooms. As well, the service kinda sucked. They comped us, which was the only redeeming feature to the meal.
After that, we did some scooting... to the library, to sketch out some walks. Coming back from one, we encountered a motorcycle being pushed up an exit ramp—out of gas. So I pulled over, and agreed to give the cyclist's girlfriend a ride to the gas station. The cyclist asked if he could take sweetie's Stella, and to my huge surprise, he agreed. So off we went. It all got a little crazy after we took off from the gas station, and the cyclist on the Stella was nowhere to be seen. Oh dear. So I take the girlfriend back to the Harley, and we wait. He comes tooling up maybe five minutes later, with mud-marks on the sides, and a fresh dent in the Stella. Oh, great. He then announces that he needs to pee and wades into the front yard we've parked in front of, which seemed like the best time to get the hell outta dodge.
There are times, you know, when you want to believe that the media is feeding you a pack of lies, and you don't need to be afraid of other people. And then something like this happens, and you feel like you should have known better, you should have rolled up your windows and looked away. There are times, you know, where you don't want to be the suburban-raised middle-class white girl—you want to trust that others aren't going to screw you over.
I've been dying, for weeks, to take someone for a ride. I finally got to. The girlfriend looked like she weighed 90# soaking wet. I didn't notice any difference in the ride at all!
Posted at May 14, 2005
Comments
I'm so glad I found this post. I can do a half marathon without much difficulty, but the longer training runs for a marathon seem to take over the whole weekend! Even if I get up super early, I'm slow, then I'm trashed for the rest of the day. I miss having time to do other things (like sew). Marathon training seems to consume my life... Didn't mean to get on a big rant, but I'm glad I'm not the only one wondering whether it's worth the time I have to put into it. I feel like I'm not a "real runner" (not that I feel like one most of the time anyway) if I express that.
Posted by: neca at May 18, 2005 9:12 AM