I lost 70 pounds and I almost ran the New York Marathon in 2012. So, what's next?
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"I'm in the hall already, on the wall already/ I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already." --Jay-Z
This is also a good time to remember the Tumblr backup tool that our good friend BoutofContext made years ago.
I don’t think the onset of Yahoo!blr will change much on here for the moment, but I did do this — and found out I’d written over 200,000 words on this blog. But I definitely don’t have time to write a book…
Attention: If you see this man on the Brooklyn Half course, please abandon all attempts to PR and detain him until I get there and can become his best friend. Thanks!
Now this is what I like to see for a race!
Thanks for all your cold-busting tips. Hydrate-o-Fest 2013 is going well so far (inevitably to be followed by Pee Spree ‘13) It’s always so much better to feel like you are doing something for your health, rather than being stuck in the doldrums of “Nothing helps!”
I even went on a short shakeout run this morning. I’ve felt better, but I only stopped to cough once, which eased my mind. Later today: More Vitamin C-inclusive foods (oranges, peppers) and possibly a trip to the steam room at the gym. I’m also drinking my orange juice out of a wine glass because I can’t find any regular glasses in this apartment I’m just that classy.
In conclusion, my message to germs:
Coming up on day 9 of being sick and I’m still coughing up stuff. I have a half-marathon on Saturday. Tell me what to do?
Just discovered I either packed or LOST a major sentimental piece of jewelry. Currently tearing apart my apartment while berating myself for being a bad person.
Also, shockingly, the $10 air mattress I bought on Craigslist does not inflate so now I’m going to have to sleep on the floor till I move out. As befits a bad person. Just CTRL-Z this entire year please…
So I’m running Nike Women’s DC this weekend and people are blowing up their Facebook page because there are no course photographers or photos available after the race. People are incensed!
At first I thought “Yeah, they should really offer photos! What were they thinking?” And then I remembered that I inevitably look at the photos, say “Not my finest face” and pass on buying them. So maybe that’s why. When I am an eccentric billionaire I will just pay a photographer to take super-flattering pictures of me on course (and another person to warn me where the photographer is).
As to the race itself… my training hasn’t been the greatest, particularly in the past two weeks. I don’t really recommend running a half-marathon and moving in the same week (because it sounds like so much fun, I know you’re tempted). But I am happy that I got my shit together in time and am looking forward to lovely Washington and a few days of relaxation. If only I could figure out which box I put my compression sleeves in… Anyone want to hang out?
If you’re trying to convince me to work out differently, titling your argument “Why Women Should Not Run” is not a great place to start. Also, telling me that I am responsible for my own hypothyroidism (which I was diagnosed with before I started running, cool) and implying that women eating is gross and charity fundraising is trivial.
Let your research stand on its own without couching it in ~*~*hardcore*~*~ pronouncements, one-size-fits-all solutions and pictures of ladies in bikini bottoms bending over.
It was a rare, rare moment when the city seemed truly whole; when people came together—for free—to watch an event, and they cheered the back-of-the-pack plodders as enthusiastically as they did the whippets who led the way. I was so moved by it that I was choked up for most of the twenty-six miles, seeing this crazy display of community and generosity… The special thing about big-city marathons, like New York and Boston, is that they are occasions when the clashing and whirring of urban life quiets, and everyone stands together to see a bunch of people trying to do something very simple that is also very hard. It’s marvellous… If the explosions were purposeful, whoever did it knew that it would catch people at an exceptional, joyous moment, when they come together in the sweetest way, helping each other fly.
(Source: newyorker.com)
Someone that I follow on Twitter said:
“As a runner, I feel like someone just attacked my friends. As I person, I am just horrified.”
It just isn’t Marathon Monday without this video! Credit: Boston’s Improv Asylum.
