Posted on Monday 21 October 2013
After boring people for almost a year with my “I’m training for a marathon” snooze fest, I actually did go out there and completed a marathon like I said I would.
During the whole time I was training, I was telling myself how stupid running is and how happy I’ll be when I finally do the dang race and then I don’t have to wheeze around like a fool anymore while my body sweats enough that we no longer have to buy salt for a year (I’m kidding, that’s disgusting). The morning of the race I turned to the ladyfriend and said, “good god, what have I done?”
I can’t really say that I developed any particular fondness for running and I still think the people who talk about how zen running is are of crap, but I do miss it.
I think what I actually miss though, is striving towards a goal. I had a goal, I set up a plan to get me there, and then I executed it. Ever since then, I’ve been sitting on my couch eating chips, thinking, “what now”? It may be the chips more than anything else but I feel lethargic and grossed out with myself so I have decided that I need a new goal to work towards. I need something more tangible than “get stronger or faster” and I need something that has a definite end point. I would also prefer something that results in a medal or commemorative t-shirt at the end because nothing is worth doing if it doesn’t come with a commemorative t-shirt. To that end, I think I have narrowed down a new plan, which is to complete a triathlon next summer in preparation for a half-Ironman in the fall. I hear triathletes are even dorkier than runners so this should be hellish for everyone around me.
Now…I wonder if I still remember how to swim….