This past weekend, G's cousin ran the Nike Women's Full Marathon in San Francisco, better known as, "Hell yah, give me my Tiffany necklace at the end of the race!" I guess this year the jewelry was handed out by men in classy tuxes. In previous years, I guess firefighters gave the prizes - motivating point number two for the ladies.
This was full marathon number mutha effin SIX for the cousin. I know. I'm dreaming of running my first while she's just gettin them done left and right. I wanna run my first full next year. I don't even care how long it takes, I just wanna do it.
But why Rodney? Why? Well, internal voice in my head, I think it just sounds so cool. Doesn't it? "What did you do this weekend? Watched the game? Oh me? I ran a 26-mile marathon..." Anything sounds better than, "I was on my kick scooter and had this accident where..."
I guess other things I could write about is how good for my health running will be, how I could lose a few pounds, blah blah blah blah blah blah... But let's be honest. I'm always gonna go back and forth between fatty mcfatty and not-so fatty mcfatty. It's the sense of accomplishment that I'm really going for.
Side note... I'm on BART right now after quickly walking 25 minutes from the office. Soooo sweaty. Finally got a seat and I know when I get up, my wetness will be on the chair. Wish there was a spray bottle and towel I could use to wipe up. Sigh.
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