13. I should be reading chapter 9 and 10 in this book, but instead, I'm doing this.
12. I am signed up to do the Country Music marathon as the first of four marathons in 10 days. The country music marathon is on April 30, and will undoubtedly be hideous, commercial, and crowded. Plus, I HATE country music. So why am I doing it? Because it will give me Tennessee, state #13. I don't plan to stick around for food or anything else, because the deep South scares me so. So it's on to Ohio right after the marathon. It is hillier than I imagined it would be. I had hopes of breaking five hours - I don't think it's going to happen here.
|April 30 - Country Western Marathon Elevation|
a) I normally just refer to him as RatBastard, or Mordac. Not creepy.
b) Many of the people I have spoken with refer to him as creepy. So it's not always about me.
10. I am signed up to do the Flying Pig marathon on May 1, as marathon #2 of this debacle. I have never been to Cincinatti before, but have been intrigued by this marathon since before I did marathon, when, indeed, I would have described my likelihood of ever doing one. I understand that while in Cincinatti, I am supposed to try something called "a skyliner." I may break my ban on hotdogs and have one at this place, especially after running 52 miles in 2 days. This will give me Ohio, state #14.
|May 1 - Cincinatti Course Profile|
8. I'm signed up for the Wisconsin marathon as #3 in this experience, on May 7. This will give me state #15. I love that the marathon finisher's medal is a piece of cheese, and I love that they bill this marathon as "The Cheesiest." Don't let the profile scare you. Look at the numbers on the side, and also understand that I'll have five days of rest between marathons #2 and #3. There's 40 feet between the highest and lowest points. I think you have 6.5 hours to finish, and I might need them, too. This, then, might represent a chance to break five hours.
|May 7 - Wisconsin Marathon|
6. Finally, I am signed up for the Inaugural Kalamazoo marathon as the fourth marathon of my double-double in early May. This will be state #16. The Kalamazoo marathon wanted to get people from every state for their first marathon, so they offered incentives to those who were the first to sign up from their state. As planned by Sweet Baboo, I was the first from New Mexico. So, the incentives: They are going to refund my entry fee, and give me a free pair of New Balance 890s, and all the fifty-staters get their own starting tent separate from the other marathoners. Not a bad way to finish out this series. I imagine new shoes will be nice to have; I imagine after 3 marathons my road shoes will be pretty flattened down.
|May 8 - Kalamazoo Marathon|
4. In June, I'll be capturing state #17, Wyoming, the Bighorn Ultra. It's a 50 mile race because I was stupid enough to wait until the 50K was full. I figure that other than miles where I'm going sharply uphill, it's pretty doable. Maybe not enjoyable, but doable.
3. I discovered this week why I leave home before 7:30. It's because, apparently, those people prone to get into accidents leave home at 8:00.
2. Today I ran up a hill, into the wind, down a hill, into a wind, and on the loop I ran I was into the wind on the way out and into the wind on the way back. How is this possible? Because I live in fucking New Mexico. That's how.
1. I had the unique pleasure of having my annual physical exam today. Here are the order of events:
1) Nurse, who has known me for ten years, calls me back. First stop: the SCALE.
2) I step on the scale. She jots down 148.
3) We go into the exam room, where she opens the computerized charting system to enter my information in...and...
then she hesitates. Looks at the chart. Looks at the paper she jotted down on.
The chart, which has last year's weight, says 178.
"Did I measure you at 148?"
"You've lost thirty pounds since last year?"
Now, what made this such a momentous occasion is that every single EVERY SINGLE year I have had my physical exam during the annual uptick in my weight. After I put on my winter weight. So his chart for me, over the years, said
Oh, yeah. That's right. I impressed my doctor. He was all happy before at the drop in my resting heart rate.