Two in a row? Hell no!

Casey said he reads this everyday, so this post is basically for him.

I set my alarm for 5:40 this morning to get up for another run. That definitely was not going to happen. I was worn out from yesterday's entirety. The spirit was willing, but the flesh told me to fuck off and go back to sleep. I think consecutive morning runs aren't going to happen anytime soon. I typically rise from bed at 7:40. I'm supposed to be at work between 8:00 and 8:30, but they don't trip about it so long as I'm getting my work done. So far so good. Anyway, getting up at 6 is way early.

I signed up for the Chicago Marathon. What the hell am I thinking? Well, aside from the fact that its a personal challenge (and my forever limiting mother suggested I to an arts walk instead), I figure I can at least do it. You see, back in '96 I had decided that my asshole of a volleyball coach didn't need me around for my senior year, so Casey convinced me to run cross country. I showed up for team workouts during the summer and it was all good until I stepped in a hole. That basically created pain in my foot and it took me out of the team. The only thing I took from that experience is that I should have stuck with volleyball and I should have asked the long legged, strawberry blonde Sheila W. to homecoming, but I digress....anyway, I left the sport and felt like I needed to pay it back and prove to myself that I can actually run. I have orthotics now, and that takes the pain away...now, what better way is there to accomplish that than to train for and run a marathon?

Casey once told me that U-locks on bikes were pointless and that I should use a cable lock instead. He obviously didn't think that people carried around padlock cutters...bike number 1 was stolen...but I still have bike number 2...I have the U-lock to thank for that.

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