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"None of us really grow up. All we ever do is learn how to behave in public." -- Keith Johnstone

But how come it's so hard for some people to learn how to be?

I hate when you must have regular dealings with someone, and you can see the infant grabbing things out of peoples' hands and shouting, "Mine!" isn't even remotely grown up.

I guess "must" isn't really accurate. I'll have to evaluate that.

Elites had to start somewhere

Yeah, I am a plodder I guess. Way to make me feel bad on the way to my first marathon, NY Times and snobbish jerks.

Way to make me feel so much better, Letters to the Editor in response.

Oh, also, Mary Wittenberg responded to the article as well.

I want everything that I want

I want Boyfriend to be healthy and able to run the marathon without pain and fear of permanent injury. I want this to happen immediately. I want to be able to give him advice about what he should do without worrying in the back of my mind that I am thinking too much about me and not enough about him. I want IT bands not to be a thing. I want to cross the finish line with him. I want him not to have pain. I want him to know that everything is going to be ok. I want to know that everything is going to be ok. I want all of this and I want it now.

I'm a contributor

Yesterday, I added my first post to Run Like a Girl, a blog about running and that one Sunday in November that I've been training for. Purposely writing a blog entry about running, instead of trying to write about my life and ending up writing about running was an interesting new thing.
Good news on the not wanting to spend money front, my ipod is not dead. I was just in a hurry and couldn't do all the tricks before my run. Last night (after I went to the Apple Store and almost bought a new nano) I spent some real quality time doing all the things on the troubleshooting list and BlackJack came back to life. Phew.
Anyway, I'm really doing it. I ran 20 miles. I'm in the taper. I'm gonna do this.

2 Weeks, 2 weeks

I am officially 2 weeks into training for the 2009 ING NYC Marathon. This morning I did my first speed workout with my brand spanking new Official 2009 ING NYC Marathon training shirt. You got me, NYRR's online store, you got me. It a great shirt and it makes me feel PEW PEW PEW! FAST!
So far Boyfriend and I have done every workout. We even ran 2 miles on Saturday after the Gay Pride Run in Central Park because we had 7 miles scheduled that day. Boyfriend had an awesome race and set an amazing PR. I had a really great race and personally triumphed by not even thinking of walking up Cat Hill, which was inconveniently located just before the final mile of the race. If you happened to be running or walking up the hill when I arrived you may have heard me and I apologize if I annoyed you, but I hope that I had the opposite effect. For my own selfish reasons I couldn't keep my mouth shut. That damn cat has spoiled too many races for me. I mentally prepared for Cat Hill, so when I turned the corner and there it was looming in front of me sprinkled with walkers I was able to conquer it. Instead of doing my normal steady run, I turned it up a little. Bounding up the hill I flipped the cat the bird and said, "Eff you, Cat." When I had a split second of doubt as I maneuvered through the walkers I said, "Don't let him beat you!" When I reached the crest of the hill I was able to use the generous downhill on the other side to continue my momentum while recovering from my effort. Boyfriend and I probably stood around too long stretching and eating our Popsicles after the race but the 2 miles we ran down to the 59th street subway stop were easy and fun.
Today I am thinking about visualization. I am visualizing myself running NYC with negative splits. I am visualizing an amazing fun run with lots of cheering and no pain. I am seeing Boyfriend and I cross the finish line with huge smiles on our faces. I can't wait.
Just under 18 weeks to go.