I've said it before, I'll say it again. There is nothing like running through Queens, NY in the wee hours of the morning. Today's event was a (Greek) wife and husband yelling back and forth to each other. I only heard a brief part since I was running through. I'm going to name them Spiroche and Mileneneaise.
Spiroche: You're crazy. The dog did not try to kill you last night.
Mileneneaise: Yes he did. I have proof. Look he's doing it again.
Spiroche: Ahh, what is he doing? What? What?
I'm guessing the dog was flipping her off. Probably. Definitely. Or stabbing. Her. Again.
My first thirty minute run was fine. I didn't have any real problems though at one point I did want to just stop and be like, that's enough? Right. I ran "almost" 30 minutes... that's just like 30 minutes. But I forged onward, knowing 26.2 miles is a mental challenge more than anything and if I settle now for not finishing, what will I do around mile 15 when I want to kill everyone who ever told me that running a marathon was a worthwhile experience. Or now that I know of a murderous dog, I can just get that dog to murder them.
Here's another random thought, do you think that there is someone at the police station (THE police station) who's job it is to do Yahoo! and Google searches for murder all day just in case they can find a lead on someone's blog, like that they have a post where they're like "Murdered a bellhop today. And then had lunch. Laters." You know. All Law & Order: SVU shit...right?
Anyways, it's all mental. And getting over those mile markers in terms of time and not miles is a first step. The longest I've ever run/walk was 18 miles and that was because of heartbreak and poor time management. Oh...maybe all I need to complete this marathon is a heartbreak. Hmm, time for (another) poor life decision maybe?
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