Monday, February 01, 2010

The Bob Seger Song Title Goes Here

I'm a month into training for my own twenty-six (point two) mile crampfest -- Nashville's Country Music Marathon -- and I'm increasingly apprehensive as I cross each day off the calendar. Distance running isn't exactly a good time, since it often leads to blisters the size of Schnauzers or the kind of chafing that feels like you've gotten to second base with a belt sander.

It will be my fourth marathon and I'm still not sure why I'm putting myself through another Costco-sized serving of agony. Maybe I enjoy the sense of accomplishment that lingers long after the post-race ice bath. Or maybe I just enjoy exceeding the recommended dosage of ibuprofen.
Last week for NBC Sports- Out of Bounds, I chronicled--what else?--the chafe-tastic unpleasantness of marathon training. My editor suggested that I type a first-person account of something sports-related, so until eating off-brand fish sticks and consistently exceeding my credit limit become competitive events, I'm limited to writing about running.

Confidential to Chase Visa: Instead of the minimum payment this month, I'll be sending you half a bag of Skittles and a drawing of my saddest face.


miss. chief said...

Holy moly, that's exactly how I paid my MasterCard bill this montH!

Titanium said...

Second base...belt sander... oh my freakin' god.

I needed to laugh- and you totally delivered with that one.

(I meant to draw a sad face for VISA, but it just kept being a na-na-na-na-boo-boo face).

Shieldmaiden96 said...

I laughed out loud when I read the comment about racewalking after your article. Not because I mock it, less the walk-clenching-your-asscheeks-militia descend on me, but because I've witnessed all the blood, sweat, and lost toenails firsthand while my husband trained for marathons. Ya. He's lazy. Whaatever.

Janet Isserlis said...


was thinking of you as i walked my 30 minutes on the treadmill. some of those minutes were spent running but not many.
you are my hero.
and then some. i just run, walk, walk , walk, walk
you run and make me laugh.