Wow it's been a while since I've logged in to this site. This 'diary' has gone through so many different versions of me. It started with the angsty, thirteen year old (or something) me; then I went through the phase of having a lot of sex and talking about all of the problems that arose with that. And now that I'm about to graduate college, am not having nearly enough sex, and have no where else that I don't feel guilty about writing my silly thoughts down... here's another version of me.
So. I'm graduating college in t-minus 94 days. WHAT?! How did that happen? Well, it did. And as the deadlines approach I am once again feeling jaded and lazy and unwilling to generally allow myself to move in order to allow other people to move. Wow. But in order to combat this I'm going to focus on something that I've wanted to do for a while now. What could that be, you might ask? I'm going to run a half-marathon. Scratch that. I'm going to attempt to run the majority of a half-marathon.
13.1 miles.
Seems like an incredibly long way, but I think I can do it. I just filled out a silly little calendar that I'm calling my 100-day plan, even though there are in fact 101 days. Not too many left for me to get my ass in to shape.
So that's the new version of this. 'zed's dead' will now hold a new meaning -- I kicked my ass running x-amount of miles today. Wah, wah, wah.
But it's mostly because I couldn't find anyone else who seemed to hold the same desire as I do to do this to themselves. Therefore, I need a place to vent and feel angry so as not to drive my roommates and friends and family insane. Because this 100-day plan is basically going to take up my life. Consume my energy. And it's all intentional.
Validation For this Plan
The thought of running any sort of distance basically makes my stomach curdle, bile to rise to the back of my throat, and my heart to start racing immediately. I hate running. Don't have the natural build for it, was never involved in any sort of sport, and generally hate the fact that gyms exist and that workout equipment exists solely because the human race got so lazy it needed to invent machines to work their bodies out. Whatever happened to the days of working all day long doing serious manual labor -- not to be paid, but to survive? Oh, yeah, Capitalism and private land ownership. That's a different rant.
So why not face that fear? That intense distaste? Why not just start running?
There is an annual marathon race in my hometown called the Whiskey Row Marathon. And it's reputed to be one of the more difficult marathons in the country because of
a.) the elevation (start at 5,280 ft. and go up to about 7,000)
b.) the fact that the entire first half is basically one really long, really obnoxiously long climb
c.) it's held in May which means the weather is slightly unpredictable in this sleepy little mountain town. Could be snowing, could be 97 degrees out, who knows?
I'm sure there are a multitude of other reasons, but mostly those are what I'm concerned about. The climb. The climb. The climb. GAH.
Last year one of my roommates mentioned that we should train together. It's a good thing we didn't spend that much time together because I eventually developed a similar distaste for her as I have for running. But now that I'm about to graduate and go on and do something SO MUCH COOLER (ie. be unemployed) in a MUCH COOLER CITY (ie. hate myself for not moving to the country like a smart person) I might as well. I mean... this marathon has gone on every year I have been here... which has been every year since I've been born.
And then the other reason is because if the people on Biggest Loser can run an entire marathon, then I can TOTALLY run a half marathon. Fuckin' fatties. Well, I at least hope I can do it. As long as I stick to the plan, though, I feel pretty confident that I'll be able to do it.
So that's that. I'm not sure how often I'll write. Probably only when I'm feeling like my shins are going to explode off my calves and need to just type for a while instead of think about it. But I'm also hoping this will be a source of motivation for me to stick to the plan.
Here's to destroying my knees and cutting back considerably on cigarettes. |
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