Ugh.
I don’t know why my training schedule for the half-marathon is such a bitch to me. For some reason, I have personified it and instead of the personality of a sweet cheerleader-type, it has the personality of a crotchety Catholic nun. I’m not Catholic, but my friend Alle did take me to Catechism a couple of times where I learned my very painful and blistery fate as a child of hell. So in my mind my training schedule looks and sounds like a chunky bitch of a Catechism teacher who is continually reminding me of the painful and blistery fate that awaits me on the day of the half-marathon if I don’t take part in all of the sacraments, er, training runs. I don’t know why I don’t give it the persona of, say, my mom. It would be lots easier if my training schedule drank a lot and ignored me and reminded me every fall about how it was homecoming queen 40 years ago. At least then I would probably be trying to win its affection by over-achieving. But I guess then I would realize that it really doesn’t want me to achieve and it even resents me for trying, so then I would just drop out of the race in hopes that it would love me and then, well, then there’s therapy. *sigh*
March 2nd, 2008 at 8:31 am
Brilliant Abby. Your writing is entertaining, honest and hilarious…. ‘a must read, Oprah says its so…’ Anyway, hang in there…after the painful and blistery run, you know you will be SO PROUD that you did it! We are cheering for you…
and, if it gets to tough, y’all kin always remember makin’ fun of the West Virginians now..
Have fun in WV…hope Mike has a terrific wedding and we will be seeing you soon
T
March 2nd, 2008 at 8:31 am
I love it! And I love you too! You are such a witty one..
March 2nd, 2008 at 8:32 am
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March 2nd, 2008 at 8:32 am
Yeah, well, this Catholic *wink* Marathon runner thinks that running is therapy! So look at all the birds you are killing. Not to mention how well-trained you will be for the “just give me the damn pie” 5 miler on Thanksgiving. Maybe the men will cook while we are out busting on soles (or in your case soul) on the pavement.