Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Once More, With Feeling

A few of you have been with me since the beginning when I started A View from the Park with the sole mission of documenting my half marathon training. For three or four months, I wrote almost exclusively about running and the agony of waking up on Saturdays—week after week for the duration of summer 2006—at 6am to hit the lakefront path with the lil’ CES group that could, the "4/2s" (run four minutes, walk two minutes, run four minutes, walk two minutes). It’s harder than it sounds.

I was green, a newbie, a running neophyte who didn’t know if she could make it around the corner, nevermind 13.1 miles jogging, walking, skipping, limping, crawling, or rolling. Well, maybe rolling... down a hill.

But in the end, on a perfectly cloudless summer day, the temperature reached the mid-eighties, and I—muscles cramped, nauseous, feet bleeding, drenched in sweat, and dehydrated—crossed the finish line. Run four minutes, walk two minutes, run four minutes, walk two minutes for two hours, 50 minutes, and two seconds. It’s harder than it sounds. And then I went out to brunch and ate my face off.

‘Cause that’s what you do when you run far... you eat your face off. It's like... the law.

And now it’s hard to imagine what my summer would be like without being able to smugly declare on Saturdays at 10am, “I’ve already run 12 miles today, what the hell have you done?” I’m totally kidding. I only ever said that to my ex-boyfriend. And he loved it. I can’t imagine why we aren’t still together...

Hmmm...

A final decision is imminent.

5 comments:

Nikkie said...

Your decision is made...you're running the half. Come on, if I do it you have to do it. There's no other reason than that. We can suffer together and maybe finish the half marathon together this go-around. I won't be cocky like I was last year (speed walking - seriously dumb move on my part).

Lou said...

Here's what i can promise you nikkie: you and me, the Ravenswood Run this Sunday, 3.2 miles. nothing but love... and pain. my f-ing calves are killing me.

Alec Baldwin said...

Once again I have made an ass of myself trying to convince you to run the half marathon. You have insulted me for the last time. This crap you pull on me with this goddamn half marathon situation that you would never dream of doing to your (insert relative/friend). You are a rude, thoughtless little pig.

Laura said...

Does this mean you'll be waking up early on our vacation and running around the cities of Europe?

Lou said...

No worries Laura. No conflict with Europe unless I become temporarily insane (like really insane, not normal insane) and decide to train for the marathon. And lord knows I need to train for the marathon like I need a hole in my head.

Amsterdam or bust!