Okay, I admit it. I haven't run. I have walked in spurts, but I haven't run. We moved in August, so I don't know anybody here, and I don't have a running buddy to keep me accountable. Eli won't run with me because he hates running just to run. Oh, well. I will run again, I just don't know when.
On a related note, Eli and I watched Run, Fatboy, Run on Friday night. This was a good movie. A man leaves his pregnant bride at the altar and five years later, as she's getting into a relationship with someone else, realizes that she is the one--but is it too late? He decides to enter and run a marathon (Nike River Run in London) to prove to her that he can follow through with something for a change. The only trouble is, the marathon is 3 weeks away.
**SPOILER** Do not read below this line if you do not want to know what happens!
I cringed as I watched the training segments, and I kept saying aloud, he's not going to make it in 3 weeks. You don't build up enough stamina in 3 weeks. And in one scene he gets raging drunk two days before the marathon, and I said there's no way he's going to fully recover in time!
So of course, every runner's nightmare comes true. He sleeps through the nonexistent alarm and finds that he has only one hour until race time, but he's all the way across town from the start line, and the traffic is horrendous, being rerouted by the marathon coordinators. He finally gets there, after a tremendous amount of running before the start of the race, and starts the race frazzled and exhausted. He then runs into the new boyfriend (fiance) and they start racing each other, in the first mile. They take a spill and one of them goes to the hospital.
Anyway, as I'm watching this, I'm in pain. But I know that I've already done better than this and it makes me feel better. In the end, the Fatboy runs this marathon in 12 hours and 50-something minutes. I told Eli, I ran my first marathon in half that!
So, after we have this baby (oh, yeah, we're having a baby), I would like to run another marathon. Maybe the Marine Corps marathon? Or the Disney marathon? I was reading my last issue of Runner's World (I'm letting my subscription run out) and I've decided that I want to try to run a 5-hour marathon, continuing my tradition of shaving 45 minutes off my time. I need to get back in the groove. I remember how strong and feminine I felt when I was running. Now I just feel fat, lazy, and unmotivated (though some of that may be supplied by pregnancy hormones).
