I’ve got a lot to say, and a lot on my mind, but let’s talk marathon:

Doing one is pretty much a metaphor for how you deal with scary things in life.

1. Would you
2. Why
3. How

The last one kind of typifies me. Last time, I did a horribly slow time. (And myself, and everyone who can run one faster are the folks allowed to say that.) It’s true. I mostly jogged and walked the whole thing. Still impressive to most after a month of unstructured focused training, but still got injured; and to me, in my heart of hearts, I know that if motivated, most people can pull that off without sitting down like that Moment of Clarity guy from The Grey.

And I don’t want to ted talk break it down about how the marathon is beautiful because while your mileage will vary, your goals wont: some people want to set a PR, just finish the race, enjoy the race, prove something, blah blah blah.

Shit I guess I’m all of the above.

Ok so, training.

I’m NOT SURE if I’m starting off with a lower level of fitness than last time. But I don’t think so. A year ago I was dying after 3 miles and ~69 pounds heavier. When I was 29 I was still hitting a gym semi-regularly, already at a good base weight (note: lower is not better by principal, but being 270 pounds is a shitton of wtf on one’s joints) and also doing a lot of at-home workouts: without realizing it, that came with some excellent prep. Martial arts and floor work means a lot of activities that strengthen joints and weird muscles that give first on long runs. I did more of that then. That’s ez to fix.

Also, training wise I did my old MO of procrastinate and then do some amazing overcompensations at the last minute. If you want a month-long training plan that’ll help you too jog through the marathon, I’m your guy.

This time: at least I bothered to look at tailored structured training plans before deciding that they’re super boring and to just enjoy running a lot with some of the general principals from said training plan. This is how I cook and like to eat: conversely, this is how I will train and see if I like to run.

Long story short is I’m middle fucking aged, and I’m going to kick my shadows ass. And that’s great cause my shadow is not half bad. It’s just that today, I know I’m better, and for some damn reason I’m happy to suffer through pushing myself a little to prove it. I think a weird part of me even enjoys it.

Blah blah blah blah fucking blah. Time for floor work.