The Continuing Adventures of Toots and Sally: Two Women. One Marathon. A Dream.
“As an athlete, when you least expect it, you may find yourself standing on the threshold of an accomplishment so monumental that it strikes fear into your soul. You must stand ready, at any moment, to face the unknown. You must be ready to walk boldly through the wall of uncertainty.”
This is how I feel about Paris.
“Racing is a voluntary act of self-abuse. Before you decide to do it, you must be very sure this is what you want.”
That’s a song by Shania Twain. Imagine it, along with Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield (?) for 10 miles. Now imagine poking yourself in the eye with a KFC spork. I couldn’t tell how fast I was going or anything; I think I had too much time off. Going by my breathing I was doing okay, but I kept worrying that I was going too slow and trying to speed up. Fiasco. How is it that between Lake Calhoun and Lake of the Isles there managed to be choppy ice, sheets of ice and packed snow? I just don’t understand. Had to walk that portion due to the complete lack of traction, whatsoever. Yesterday I did a 3.5 run with Kona, the dog we are watching this week, along with G. That was fun, not counting the sheets of ice. And the mounds of frozen snow at the end of every sidewalk. And the uncleared portions of sidewalk. And the headwind. Otherwise, woowee! I’m a little cranky this evening.
If you can’t win, make the fellow ahead of you break the record. –Unknown
