We will not be analyzing the secret to life in the posts to come, this much I promise to you, loyal readers.
What I will do is chronicle the next 4 months of pure crap that I am about to put myself through. You see, I plan on running the 2010 Cape Cod Marathon on October 31, 2010.
There is no logical explanation for this. I have decided to enter this race without consulting my wife, my doctor or any other person whose opinion I should likely value.
I am not the kind of guy who you would expect to be running a marathon. My physique does not exactly scream "Distance Runner." It would be much more likely to mumble something along the lines of "It's time to make the donuts," or "Where's the beef?" but definitely not "distance runner."
I'm not jumping into this completely blindly. I have some experience with running, though certainly nothing of this magnitude. I have been running on and off for the last ten years or so and have peaked out at half marathons (Boston Oct. '08, Cape Cod Feb. '10 and New Bedford March '10). I've also had the distinct pleasure of running the Falmouth Road Race five times previously, this summer will mark my sixth time.
I have been in official training for this marathon for just over a week, this is my story.
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