I have some big physical goals for this year. The first one is a half-marathon in Portland on 3/31. To hold myself accountable, I’ll report my progress here every Friday. For accounting purposes, my week starts on Friday morning.
If you have goals too, report your progress in the comments! Also, if you know how to make running suck any less (it sucks tremendously right now), let me know that too!
Update #2 (1/12 – 1/18)
I was running the other day at the gym which is boring as hell. 11 long, arduous, boring laps gets you a mile:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10…
Keeping count sucks because I’m reminded of just how long I have to go. But if I don’t keep count, I don’t know how many I’ve done. Note that my GPS run tracker doesn’t work indoors.
After a while, I started to go insane, so I forgot about the count and let my mind wander. And wander it did.
My first thought was this:
That was my second and third thought too.
Eventually, I stopped with the internal whining (And some of it was probably external too! Apologies to fellow runners if I was muttering expletives under my breath.) and another thought popped into my head:
The other folks that I’m running the half-marathon with are doing some crazy things. JD Roth is running as a friggin’ pink bunny:
Mr. WoW will be passing out signed copies of his new book as he runs:
What do I do to keep up?
What sacrifice would I make? I thought about it for a long time and came up with nothing. I thought about it for a while longer and still nothing. And then it came to me. It was this:
I’ll go all Forrest Gump. I won’t cut my hair:
Weak. I know. Let me explain.
I hate hair (apologies to unhappy bald men everywhere). I really do. It’s just another thing to deal with.
I bought a Wahl shaver a decade ago and usually trim my hair with one of the shortest guards. It makes life easier. No combing. Less shampoo. No waste of time going to get my hair cut at a local shop. I don’t care how my hair looks because:
No style is my style.
My hair echoes my fashion choices. And by that, I mean that I just don’t care. I wake up, put on shorts (summer) or jeans (winter) and throw on a t-shirt. There is no thought involved. Yippee! Then, I can apply my brain to what really matters.
However, I don’t like to be cold either. A bald head is a cold head, so in the winter, I let my hair get a little crazy. And by crazy, I mean this:
My hair may not look long, but I can barely stand it. Or comb it apparently.
However, if JD can run in a bunny suit… If Mr. WoW can run towing a wagonload of books, I need to make a sacrifice too. And it will be my hair. I will not cut it until after the half marathon. I won’t look quite like Forrest Gump, but it will be really uncomfortable.
Bonus #1: I’ll look like a total derelict.
You’re welcome Mr. Pink Bunny and Mr. Waffle Pimp.
Bonus #2: Mrs. 1500 and I have a long-running feud over hair conditioner. Our shower has about 382 bottles of it and I maintain that it’s a waste of money. This argument spilled over into Monday’s post. One reader commented that I needed to have long hair to appreciate conditioner. I look forward to testing this.
So there it is. On 3/31, look for the crazy hair guy running very slowly.
Bonus #3: I lied. There is no bonus #3.
- Runs: 3
- Miles: 11
- Longest run this week: 4 miles
- Beers this week: 4
- Beers consumed this year: 16
- Days until half marathon: 71
- Total miles: 41.5 (goal is > 150)
- Weight: 158.5 (goal is < 150)
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