Over the past seventeen days, Iâ€™ve written a Socratic dialogue starring Obama, Hillary, and McCain, presented a Studio 54 marathon medal only an undertaker would love, and extolled the virtues of Cadbury CrÃ¨me Eggs. I wasnâ€™t ashamed to say that Bambi scared me out of my skin, and I didnâ€™t realize just how many people had heard of the Duel in the Sun but hadnâ€™t ever seen it.
But Now Iâ€™ve hit the wall. My creative glycogen has been depleted and I now must burn the fat of writerâ€™s desperation. Iâ€™m stumbling through the final miles of this daily blogging marathon.
Like all runners who experience quasi spiritual epiphanies after mile twenty. Iâ€™ve come to the end of my plucky wit and am finally looking beyond my own nose. Iâ€™ve realized that through all my sardonic bluster, Iâ€™ve failed to truly thank those whoâ€™ve helped get me to this point.
So letâ€™s put this to mending:
East lake Runners
You lit the fire, gave me a structured goal, and provided much-needed companionship early-on. Without this, I doubt Iâ€™d have stuck with this running fad.
You taught me how to run. Youâ€™re a human metronome and a running encyclopedia. Youâ€™re also the busiest man I knowâ€¦ and I know myself.
Harbison Trail Runners
You boiled me when I needed it most and introduced me to the engrossing trail culture. I always look forward to running with you. Let’s talk Laurel Canyon!
Readers, Family & Friends
Thanks for following my story and encouraging me as Iâ€™ve expressed doubts. Your support empowers me and your blog comments are consistently hilarious.
I swear, Iâ€™m running during those two hour lunches.
More than one person sacrifices during obsessive, continuous marathon training. Youâ€™ve backed me thoroughly and perfectly; much more than I deserve. I guess this means I owe you big time.
Oâ€™Charleyâ€™s tonight, baby!
April 18th, 2008 at 8:31 pm
Now come on people. After a ‘thank you’ like that Dean deserves something. A round of applause? I mean Dean was about a paragraph away from a Sally Fields “they like me, they really like me” moment. I feel like at least one of us should give him a “you’re welcome”.
Really Dean, running, marathoning, and ultra-running in particular are selfish endeavors. Sure we can kid ourselves and try to convince others that our loved ones, and especially our spouses, benefit equally from our devotion to self flagellation. After all who’s wife (or meterosexual partner) has not benefited from parading around with her ‘arm candy’ marathoning husband on her arm? Basking in the reflected glory of our runners physique? Okay, maybe that is stretching it, but thanks to me my partner did get to park in the handicapped parking spaces for a while last year, surely that counts as ‘sharing’, I mean she benefited too, right?
All kidding aside. Dean you’ve managed to take this selfish and Sisyphean pursuit of ours and use it to give back to the greater community through your blog. So for that, we thank you !! And being one of the lucky ones, I actually get to hit the trails in the dark of night with you and can personally attest you have proved the adage, my misery loved our company.
Now bring us back some good stories from Boston !