December 11, 2010
Somehow I once again convinced joe that it’s a great idea to drive 2+hours in order to run 26.2 miles in 36 degree weather. Either I have really great persuasion powers or he's just really unintelligent (kisses)....originally the plan was to get up at 3am, drive to Rehoboth, run marathon, drive home.. but the ole man said that was not to his liking and we had to do option B: drive down late the night before, stay in cheap hotel, run marathon, then drive home.
I am not sure what it is about the Rehoboth Marathon but this is the 3rd time we have done this race and twice we were feuding prior to the start. “...and how come you didn’t wait for me you asshole!?” … “screw you beeach”… its just another wonderful morning in Mastripolito happy land. Next time I am so going to bring one of those light box things so when he starts, CLICK in his eyes, seasonal dysfunctional disorder... NICE BOY…
My intention for Rehoboth this year was to run it as a long run, no racing, just training. What was Joe’s intention? Not sure.. I tried to give grump a pep talk but like I said.. light box...
The start was great, other than the bitter cold, it’s a fast course and we lucked out with no wind.. and off we go. The first 3 miles flew by and I looked at my watch and UH OH… 25 mins… too fast tart… I clear 5 miles.. 43 minutes.. SHEETAH… stupid pet tricks.. yeah lets see how far this will get you.
Joe says I have a short attention span.. although normally I would agree, today... running for 4 hours and 41 minutes with no music and not a lot of happenings...nah.. I did get the unawarded honor of being "best dressed"…
Around mile 15 my knee locked up.. like I damn near fell over.. uh oh.. I stopped to stretch.. um… didn’t realize how much it was really hurting until about mile 18 when thoughts of morphine and chainsaws came to mind..
Crying would have been great, had I not been so aggravated over my candy corn. Trying to heat it up in my mouth while trying to run and breath, because if I dont get the 1 mm of sugar right now I may pass out...wtf is it frozen or stale?!! Something severely twisted about all of this… stop..
The bike patrol asked me if I was ok… he told me I could walk… NO REALLY.. thanks anyway.. NO REALLY I CANNOT PHYSICALLY WALK..
I couldn’t really get a good leg lift to run, and it hurt to walk so I would have to settle for a sickly slow shuffle. EVIL eye to the old crone listing to the right that pasted me, F/U's to the man dressed as a bumble bee, and yes I smiled at them all as they passed me.. because I CAN!
Around mile 22 I met a man, about dads age, he was curious why I kept stopping to stretch, I told him my knee was just being a bugger. He said it sucks getting older, I shook my head in agreement and thought he can't possibly be talking to me... heehee..
I am not much of a talker when I run, I mean I need to breathe and all and I still had candy corn stuck to my teeth but I grunted a bit with my new friend as we ran together, it was nice, my new friend was a man of few words.. until he pointed out the fact that we couldn’t possible run any slower and still be standing..
Finally finishing in 4 hours and 41 minutes… a smile on my face and then I realize that my beloved had been sitting in his silver wrapper in the cold waiting for me for almost an hour.. YES my friends, Joe beat me by almost an hour, finishing in 3 hours and 45 minutes.
What the heck did he have for breakfast~!The best part of the day was knowing that I burned like 5,000 calories and could eat a half of a pizza and drink a half of bottle of wine and go to bed with a smile on my face. Sometimes the lessons learned are not always in the actions applied.
BTW: December is our downtime… just saying
