December 12, 2008

26.2... A State of Mind

I was looking for a certain tshirt on-line and could not find it. I stumbled instead upon a site for marathon tshirts and gifts.

Holy crap, they are funny. Maybe more so because I'm currently living the miserably wretched experience (I'm injured again and... doing 20 miles in the morning), but some of them in particular I really liked.

Last night I saw this one that said, "Why couldn't Pheidippes have died at mile 20?"

Let me tell you, that last .2 is going to kick my butt, so I thought it was great.

I think it should really read, "Why couldn't Pheidippes have died at mile 13?"

(Side story... I thought I was only doing 13 miles last weekend in the race. I hit 13 miles and looked at my buddy and said, "Where is the finish?" and he said, "Right up there... .1 more miles." I nearly frickin' stroked. I could not believe I was not finished. That's when I started to sprint.)

I liked the one about thinking they were dying and then at the end realizing they were too tough to kill.

Given my black toenail (btw, my Mom saw it last weekend and said, "Oh! It looks MUCH worse in person than on your blog!) I liked the rendition of 'got milk' that said instead, "Got toenails?"

I appear to be in the process of losing toenail #2. We'll see tomorrow.

The mileage sign that says: Hell and back 26.2... seems to be ringing true to me this evening.

Then the one that says, "The woman who starts the race is not the same woman who finishes"... is so correct on so many damn levels. When I finish this... I will not be the same person. I'm not the same person as of August.

And then there is the mug with the two chickens where one says to the other, "You should try running a marathon" and the other replies, "You should try sticking knives into your eyes."

I really laughed at that one... as I swallowed my last anti-inflammatory before bed, unwrapped all the ice off my leg, and thought to myself, "I can f***ing do this tomorrow... its only 20 miles. Its not like its 26.2..."

Good Grief.

Posted by Boudicca at December 12, 2008 09:37 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Take one of those bowel clearing drugs just before race time. You'll make quicker time.

Posted by: Angus of Kentye at December 12, 2008 10:23 PM

I think Monty Python did a funny skit... something about the race of the incontinent. That's what that reminded me of...

4:30AM. Four more weeks and I'll be sleeping in on Saturdays.

Posted by: bou at December 13, 2008 04:42 AM

Go girl! You're already out running. My team meets at 545a, so I'm trying to shove some food down my throat. It is so hard to eat at this hour.

You can do your 20! I'm also doing 20 this morning. Go us! We rawk!

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at December 13, 2008 04:53 AM

Ok, it is 52F at 6:30am... I am wondering how cold it was when you went running? yikes!

Posted by: vw bug at December 13, 2008 06:45 AM

Writersblock- we started at 5:30 and it was a good pace until mile 18.5 when I tweaked something in my hip. I finished at 20... but it was a slow walk as I tried not to hobble myself. Its all easy from here until race day.

Go us!

VW- Holy shit, I nearly froze. After 10 minutes, it was OK, but until the sun came out, with the wind off the ocean, I had that cold face thing where you can't move your lips. Blech.

Posted by: Bou at December 13, 2008 12:45 PM

it was in the 40s up here for our run. And we get a nice breeze off Lake Apopka that just chills you.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at December 13, 2008 05:40 PM

Okay, I've been looking at the marathon products you linked to... Got Toenails? HA HA HA HA HA!

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at December 13, 2008 05:46 PM