So I’m doing what now tomorrow? 18 miles you say? You must be joking. The idea of me running 18 miles (3 full loops of Central Park) right now is laughable. It’s like a dog riding a bicycle, or a monkey making pancakes. Maybe they could do it, but it’s gonna be messy and take a long time.
It’s times like these when I feel like the biggest long distance running fraud. My friends and family think I’m a marathoner, a distance runner who laughs at anything less than 26 miles. In reality I’m an out-of-shape, constantly injured couch potato who mostly surfs the interweb and eats candy. How I got those medals I’ll never know. Tomorrow’s “race” is actually called a “tune up,” as in, “after you run these 18 miles you’ll be all tuned up for your next marathon!” How running 18 miles could make anyone feel tuned up for anything besides sitting on the couch eating burritos and binge-watching House of Cards is anyone’s guess. But I guess that will be my reward tomorrow. That and not having this dreadful race hanging over my head anymore. This will be the fifth (!) time I’ve run the NYRR 18-mile Tune Up, and I can tell you that it’s an honor just to be nominated. I hope I finish right next to that dog on a bicycle and eat some pancakes with that monkey.
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