This is Now

It is running season again. Time to start getting up way too early on Saturday mornings to run in what I can only assume will be oppressive Texas heat/humidity. Yes, that feeling that you're experiencing right now is jealousy.

If we haven't talked since last November (we aren't very close, are we?), I managed to slug my way through 26.2 miles in NYC last year, but (as I mentioned to everyone that would listen), I had to freebase Dayquil to get there. Running sick is not something that I recommend, but the NYC Marathon waits for no one. The picture here is a clear indication of my speed that day. I have never been as cold and beat as I was when I hit Central Park. However, despite each of us battling our own demons --- Jon, Timmy, MK and I all crossed the finish line --- God bless us every one.

The lottery for the 2011 NYC marathon has come and gone. I didn't get drawn this year. Fate has decided that I must run a different marathon (Fate and I are in arguments about a number of things at the moment). I still haven't pulled the trigger for what next fall's marathon will be, but the heavy favorite is D.C. at the moment. I'll keep you posted. Meanwhile, my triumphant return to the Taco Joint (no comments from the peanut gallery, please) will be in a few short weeks. Buckle up.