Thousands of people made of stronger stuff than I (me?) are running the Boston Marathon right now. It was a rainy forty degrees when they started, with wind gusts up to fifty miles per hour. The runners looked like a bunch of TV-dinners, all wrapped up in the tinfoil blankets you usually see after the race. One guy got up at 2am this morning and ran the race backwards, from the finish line in downtown Boston to the starting place in the western suburbs. He stopped briefly to chat with a reporter, then turned around and joined the final pack to run the actual race. Unbelievable.
The sports commentators are remarking about how running still isn't taken as seriously in this country as other sports. I'd argue that making winners wear this on their heads might be part of the problem; that just doesn't look like victory to me. I think one of our local announcers may have had a few too many hot toddies this morning - he's asking provocative questions such as, "Will the runners even need the water stations if it continues to rain this hard?" and calling the race like he's at a strip club: "The arm warmers are coming off folks, things are heating up!!!"
The women are currently at the half-marathon mark; I haven't brushed my teeth yet.
Never mind my slow start, though - I'm off to the gym to capitalize on this surge of inspiration. Three miles, thirty minutes, three-hundred calories - that's my goal. I'll be one with the treadmill, churning toward my personal best. Does itunes have a "cheering crowd" playlist I can download???