Explanation part I

I didn’t really mean to run a marathon. Well, I don’t think anyone could actually run a marathon by accident (unless they were going for the award for Most Awesome Accomplishment While in a Coma or maybe the Guinness Book of World Records “Longest Activity While Sleepwalking” title or something. But then I guess if they were “going for” these they would be on purpose, and thusly not by accident, so nevermind). So that’s not what I mean. What I’m saying is there was a time in my life when I said, aloud, to another person, “I don’t ever want to run a marathon. That’s not something I need to do in my life.” I like drinking wine and sleeping in, I like to read, knit, cook and host parties, among other non-marathon-training-compatible activities. Don’t get me wrong, I like being outdoors, and I even like running, it’s just that running for three hours on a January Sunday when I could be lounging by the fire watching Tom Brady in that snappy (and tightly-bottomed) Patriots uniform win a play-off game and hanging out in sweatpants with my dog doesn’t exactly get me excited. I don’t think that’s an abnormal feeling really, to have no desire to train, for four months in wintery New England, for a race I would, if I ran, just simply want to finish. It’s just abnormal now, as I embark on the run- rest- repeat cycle of marathon training for the second time in three years and pretty much think nothing of it.

I'v decided to keep track of my journey. Enjoy!