Yeah, I have issues.
First off. I am not known for my sticktuitiveness. Second, I am not what you would call athletic. Third, I am the most stubborn SOB, you'll meet. Well ok, in this case that might be a good thing.
So this will be a run-by-run account of my training for the October 12, 2008 Chicago Marathon.
Enjoy.
I've actually been training for the last three weeks...I mean like seriously following a training plan. Before that I'd been running about 10 miles a week just to prove to myself that I could.
So, as I'm about nine runs behind in my blog, I'll summarize my experiences.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. (Is that nine...yup, sure is.)
So I think to keep it interesting for all of us. I will let you know what I weigh...um, rather how much weight, if any I've lost, how far I've run, and funny observations along the way. Like, um, this:
Concrete will kill your knees (so will running when you weigh over 200 pounds, but I digress). To keep my knees all happy and cartelagenous (yeah, it's a word), I run in the street. Fun fact #1: I live in Los Angeles. Fun fact #2: Surface streets are angled to maximize drainage. So the bike lanes closest to the curb are lower than the middle. I hate this, so I run against traffic, in the roadway. Sometimes I get lost in my own thoughts and see a car 100 feet away coming right at me. Not fun, but it is interesting to read the lips of the passing car to try to figure out the exact string of curse words coming my way.
