Olivia's Marathon Misadventures

Monday, February 13, 2006


I could barely drag my carcass out of the bed this morning. I knew it would be snowy outside, and Frank was so snuggly... I guess this counts as part of the psychological toughening up that must occur in order to actually run 26.2 miles.

I get to the gym by 5am and the place is already filling up. Hm, it seems that the world IS full of crazies. I do my best to 'hurry' to the weight room and hop on the dreadmill - site of Saturday's heinous crime of 12 miles inside. [gasp!] As I wratchet up the speed, my knees creak and groan in protest. As it turns out, my body was completely wasted. I know, this sounds strange to say when not in the context of drinking to excess. "Dude, my legs like totally downed 12 beers - they were wasted!" Seriously, I couldn't bring myself to run there was nothing left inside - uh, after dragging myself out of bed at 4:30a. So I walked to warm up. Warm was a totally relative term today. Anyhow, we started weight training and again I found very little left in me upon which to draw inspiration. NOTHING. Lunges were irritating to my knees, squats left me winded, leg presses were difficult! Pathetic. Somehow, some way, I need to find inspiration for a 4-miler tonight after work.



  • You're gonna be so far ahead of me after what I missed this weekend. You go girl! If you need inspiration for tonight, I'm going to be so bold as to say my new post might help. Less funny (assuming any of my other ones are), and way more vague, but at least there's a pretty picture. Anyway, you might want to check it out.

    See you Thursday!

    By Anonymous Tara, at 10:21 AM  

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