first update

Its Sunday night and the training has been rough. When I was finishing mile 3 of 9 last night, I could practically hear the crowds. "Bene, Bene" As I passed the 23 mile mark in Rome feeling strong and trying to beat 3 hours, forty-five minutes "Vaya senor, fin, fin" Not knowing any Italian made it difficult to visualize what the teeming crowd would be screaming precisely as I effortlessly passed undertrained and oversmoked locals with a caesar wreath draped atop my drenched head. Unfortunately, by mile 7, I felt like I need a cig just to get my mind off of how bad my lower half throbbed. At least, I was not worried because one part of my leg, like my heel or my knee had an acute ache, because I wanted to chop off everything below mid thigh.

It was late Saturday night and I had not eaten anything since lunch. (This is not what the running bible suggests, btw) So it was not long before I started drifting into delusion. The man in the moon exists, or at least he did last night because i got a free counseling session between miles 3 and 4 with him. That is not all. In the midst of running mile 5 and 6, I may or may not have preached an entire children's sermon. It was filled with lots of interaction from my audience ( nevermind), and as I remember, I was quite winsome.

At the end of my eighty minute psychadelic experience as I caught my breath and tried not to smell my dripping "dri-fit" top, I thought to myself, "I only ran a third of it tonight." The actual marathon that is. Who knows what the "Idies" will have in store for them come race day from this tourist seer? Although, I have to believe the full moon had something to do with it. Must have.

So two weeks down and "I-don't-even-want-to-think-how-many" left-to-go. By the way, I feel that the contribution from the other two authors of this blog has not even been woeful, it is literally non-existent. It feels like I am talking to myself, which brings back images of last night (shiver).

Oh and I have resolved not to get on a scale until thanksgiving. To see how much my hard work has paid off. (kinda hooked on biggest loser, go red) Then I am going to get on the scale immediately after the meal to see how quickly all that work can go for naught.

Until the moon's next phase (ahwooooooooooooo),
Jonathan