The Houston Marathon is a "lottery" system this year (as it's been selling out in something like a day lately). I couldn't decide if I wanted to run it again or not this year, so I went ahead and registered for the lottery. If the fates have in mind that I'll "win" it, then I'll do it.
In hindsight, I kind of hated the Marathon last year. My toenails fell off. The Cowboys lost that same day in the playoffs. It started my degenerative hip condition. It was cold in the morning.
And now I've already done it so what's the point? If it was to get a nice tour of another town whilst running 26 miles, it might be worth it. Maybe I shouldn't have registered...
I ran my 6 miles in the mental 107 heat index today to make sure that even this far out, I still have the skillz to pay the billz. No worries.
It does give me a goal though (albeit one I've already completed), which is good. Now that I have virtually no vacation left for the year (although we get a free week off at Christmas), my soul is something like an empty shell set at something around 13 psia. That's right, a slight vacuum. Everyday I implode more and more.
It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright.
In the column of good-things-seem-to-always-happen-to-me, I'm going to Pittsburgh to visit old friend, freshman/sophomore year roommate, and partner-in-crime (many crimes featuring on this blog back in the day) Andres in Pittsburgh. Then we're going to the NFL Hall of Fame game in Canton. Oh, and I'll meet his daughter, of which I've been given honorary Godfather status.
Here's an example of how simple and fun life was back in the day:
http://www.theendlessblog.com/139322975/item/
Post a Comment