Don’t fret, it’s not the first time I’ve cried while running. I mentioned in Tsunami Evacuation Route that I find running cathartic, and the release can sometimes result in tears. You can get away with crying while you run if you’re a ginga (redhead) like me. Because it doesn’t matter if it’s 100% humidity and I’m sweating like a homo eating a hot dog, or if it’s the middle of a New York winter and I’m barely avoiding hypothermia, I will still get red in the face when I run. And since a red face is a standard by-product of a ginga in tears (I am no Demi Moore in Ghost) I am under the illusion that the people I pass will just assume I’m really exerting myself.
Which is good, because there may yet be tears on marathon day, as I’ve identified a few more obstacles that may stand between me and the finish line. (These are in addition to the ones mentioned in Ye Old Hills Hoist).
1. My knees.
They’re not the toughest things I own so I take glucosamine tablets and try to do yoga once a week to help them out. But Haruki Murakami has me running scared – pardon the pun – as I read in his memoir “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running” that with each step I take I am pounding down three times my body weight onto my poor little knees. This does not sound very good at all.
2. What if I make up the 1% per every 100 000 runners who actually dies while running a marathon? The odds are in my favour I realise, but for some reason I’m giving far more credence to this subject than common sense should allow.
This is the problem with long runs. They give you too much time to think.
In the temperatures that you have been running in, i am surprised that your body has any fluid left spare for tears. Nice job sis keep it up :)
ReplyDeleteYour description of Rhys and your relationship with him makes ME want to cry, Nome!!!
ReplyDeleteLOVE reading what you've posted so far...I have a lot to do to catch up and be current :)
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ReplyDeletethanks lachie d, you could always leave norway and come home and train me...
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by frannie, there will be a test later on to see if you really read it all...just kidding! xx
I was feeling inspired/guilted into motion, maybe not quite a marathon, until I read the part about 3 times my body weight on my knees.....doesn't sound like me anymore...I'll stick to my zero impact eliptical trainer...
ReplyDeleteI particularly like the red face and white around the mouth that us fair skinned beauties suffer upon exertion. Keep up the kilometres. You are inspiring. Wendy