I'm not feeling terribly clever today, so this is a self-titled entry. As in, you can title it YO DAMN SELF.
Yesterday marked the annual running of the LaSalle Bank Chicago Marathon (see? I'm even too lazy to link to the race site - it's been that kind of day). This marathon is God's way of reminding me how truly lazy I am. Despite that, there's something very cool about the event - I live in a building that is directly on the race route, so I got an amazing view.
I took a few minutes to stand on the curb and cheer on the runners. I generally attempt to avoid anything that involves running - I find it boring, painful, and I REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND how it can be any of the things avid runners claim it to be, such as relaxing, fun, or addictive. Crystal Meth is addictive, running is insanity. Who in their right mind trains 6 days a week, endures blisters, cramps, and fatigue just to mimic a historical event that killed its first participant?! THAT'S A HINT, FOLKS.
Putting my prejudices aside for awhile was refreshing, and I have to admit that spectating was fun. It's like the ultimate people watching -- brave people running in costume, old people, young people, disabled folk in wheelchairs, and even blind people (yes! Cool, huh?). I love how some of the runners put their names on their clothing, so that people can cheer for them by name.
One girl was even talking on her cell phone to a friend, trying to approximate her location. After 8 miles, I wouldn't be breathing let alone chatting on my phone.
More power to 'em, but I still think they're all bonkers.
Yesterday marked the annual running of the LaSalle Bank Chicago Marathon (see? I'm even too lazy to link to the race site - it's been that kind of day). This marathon is God's way of reminding me how truly lazy I am. Despite that, there's something very cool about the event - I live in a building that is directly on the race route, so I got an amazing view.
I took a few minutes to stand on the curb and cheer on the runners. I generally attempt to avoid anything that involves running - I find it boring, painful, and I REALLY DON'T UNDERSTAND how it can be any of the things avid runners claim it to be, such as relaxing, fun, or addictive. Crystal Meth is addictive, running is insanity. Who in their right mind trains 6 days a week, endures blisters, cramps, and fatigue just to mimic a historical event that killed its first participant?! THAT'S A HINT, FOLKS.
Putting my prejudices aside for awhile was refreshing, and I have to admit that spectating was fun. It's like the ultimate people watching -- brave people running in costume, old people, young people, disabled folk in wheelchairs, and even blind people (yes! Cool, huh?). I love how some of the runners put their names on their clothing, so that people can cheer for them by name.
One girl was even talking on her cell phone to a friend, trying to approximate her location. After 8 miles, I wouldn't be breathing let alone chatting on my phone.
More power to 'em, but I still think they're all bonkers.
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