I’m in the final third of preparation for the Brooklyn Half Marathon. The third that truly sucks.
To illustrate my self loathing, viz:
The Hyperloop of Boredom is the route in Virginia Manor, near to where I work. It’s about as flat a course as you can get in this area, but still more than 100 foot of climb versus the Brooklyn Half Marathon Route. If you’ve ever wondered why Pittsburgh has not produced world-class marathoners, this is why.
On my run today I mused about these three things:
- How much I hate running.
- How much I hate myself for running.
- Potato chips
39 Days until the Brooklyn Half Marathon. Jesus was tempted for 40 days. God Rained on the earth for 40 days during the flood. Forty was the maximum number of lashes you could apply to a person under the law…. I can do this.