Three days out

Marathon No. 5 takes place Sunday, 10-10-10. I liked the idea of doing something semi-monumental on a numerologically significant day, so I decided on the Portland Marathon. I was supposed to have some company but, alas, it was not to be.

Thanks in part to that issue, plus a few other things bringing me down, I've done three 2-hour runs in the past three months, and that stands as my distance training. It's been all I can do to do something every day, much less get in the running I need for a good marathon. Sunday, I'll settle for a shitty marathon. Seriously, it'll be a death march. In fact, had I not purchased my plane ticket four months ago, or secured a prepaid hotel room, I'd probably bail on it and focus on swimming.

This might be one of the stupidest things I've done, but at least I'll see a new part of one of my favorite cities — the industrial waterfront. Goody. I'll see my aunt, uncle, and cousin and her family while I'm there, too, as well as a dear friend who's running the half. I'll bring my computer so I can veg out and watch the Ironman coverage from Hawai'i (aka the race I really want to do this weekend). So the weekend won't be a total waste.

And I'll still shave my legs.