It never rains in L.A. But on March 20, 2011, it rained the whole day. No, it poured like the super heavy monsoon rains in India.
Why, how, you ask?
Because I was running my second marathon. See, my first ever marathon was in Estes Park, Colorado, on June 2010, which happens to be the highest paved marathon in the US. Why would someone living in flat fucking Florida run his first marathon at 9000ft+ elevation?
Anyhoo, what was supposed to be a nice spring 70ish weather turned out to be (on and off) freezing rain and sleet, till about mile 23.
But I feeneesh.
Less than a year later, L.A. understood me. L.A. knew exactly what I needed to run a marathon – Rain.
Hmm… Why am I telling you this, now?
Well, I’m running DC Rock n Roll Marathon on March 10. Wait… I’m registered to run…. So I might as well. How much training did I get? None, until Feb 9. I’m gonna go and pretend to run this anyway.
hoping to wondering if I can pull the same magic out of my butt again on March 10. This time, there was the 4 week long flu, 6 week long headache bullshit and some laziness – hence no run training.
The only hope, to not have to be carried off the course on a stretcher, is my HIPFLEXERS ONLY training with Katie from now till the gun goes off on race day morning. Continuously. And yoga.
Some significant people from 2010/2011: Brad - partner in (running) crime Alyssa - trainer L.A & Mike- trainers and hosts in Denver Shantanu (& Sonali) - host(s) in L.A. And keeper of sanity Mercedes & Luke - greeters at finish Rajesh & Sona - party people