She’s going the distance
He’s going the distance.
He’s going for speed.
She’s all alone, all alone in her time of need.Because he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He’s going the distance.Yeah!
~Cake
Can I just say that I have several friends who are training to run marathons, and I don’t get it. I mean I am totally proud of them, and I admire then for their tenacity, but really, I don’t get it.
How far is it? Like 26 miles? I have no desire to run 26 miles ever. I think if men with guns were chasing me and said if I stop running they would shoot me in the eye I would still make it maybe 10 miles before I would just go “To hell with it, just shoot me and put me out of my misery”
My friend Christine was all geared up to run the Chicago Marathon this weekend. I instant messaged her this morning and asked how it went. She said the run got cancelled, so it was pretty disappointing.
Christine said 4 hours into the race they herded everyone back to Grant Park. Yes, after four straight hours of running. I don’t do anything for four straight hours, except maybe sleep. I don’t even like to drive for four hours.
At not point would I ever wake up and say, you know what would be fun today? What if instead of driving 30 minutes to work in Minnetonka, I just ran it instead.
But Christine is the type of girl who might say that. She is the type of girl who admitted she almost cried when her race was cancelled. Not tears of joy, which I would be crying if someone suddenly told me I didn’t have to run 26 miles. But tears of sadness. Apparently it was too hot and they ran out of water and people were passing out left and right. One person died, 49 were hospitalized, and thousands irate.
Irate because they couldn’t run 26 miles in hot weather where people were passing out left and right.
So again, I am totally proud of her (and Kathy and Ann and Gretchen) for working so hard… but I don’t get it.
Do you?
