I ran the Ogden last Saturday. Lemme just tell you that the Theory of Relativity applies to marathon running. Not all 26 (point 2) miles are the same. This Ogden was the longest 26 (point 2) miles of my very existence.
Here's the bullets:
- Time was 3:26:19 (7 minutes faster than last year.)
- The middle ten miles of this Ogden marathon are mentally draining.
- Sodium is important. Nausea happens when you don't have enough sodium.
- Not enough Na was a result of me skipping the taters 'n salt. (Day before and morning of.)
- Pickle juice saved me from murdering someone.
It's prolly the nausea.
I've been conditioned to associate that particular nausea side effect with two things: 1) Pregnancy or 2) A Wild Night Of Letting-The-Hair-Down. (If you know what I mean, which until yesterday, I had forgotten what I mean by that.) This second kind of nausea always brings on this "Oh no! What did I do last night?!" kind of feeling. You know where you stumble out of bed and barf. Fall up the stairs and barf again because someone insisted on having eggs for breakfast. Then some strange dude calls you out of nowhere. Because, like duh, you gave him your phone number. (Say Hallelujah! Those days are long gone. And if you're one of my Yahoos, note that they are longer gone than you think.)
So instead of feeling all sorts of elated with accomplishment, I'm feeling like I've done something I shouldn't have. Bummer, right?
So what happens if I quit running? There is that little problem of owning a domain with the word "runner" in it. I mean, won't you expect someone who owns a "runner" domain to run? I'm rather fond of my domain. Therefore, this www.rabidrunner.com domain must be peeled away from my bleeding and running paws.
'Sides, I Have The Conch! is already taken.
(Speaking of this I Have The Conch person. They haven't posted a measly thing since July of 2006. Do they have any inkling of an idea how truly precious that I Have The Conch! blogspot is? NO! They do not! Else they'd be holding it. And barking into it.)