Part of the beauty of life is we are allowed to be stupid, act stupid, and look stupid. We are free to be dumb and dumber. I have finally found freedom, and you know what it is? It is going to the grocery store wearing plaid shorts and a pair of black, knee high socks, with sandals on, of course, and a pajama top. The same thing I'd laugh at old men for doing when I was a youngster.
I'm 50 shades of stupid. Let me list the things I'm doing wrong:
I should stretch, I should floss more. I should eat more fruit and less chocolate. I should write to an audience rather than criss-cross across genres. I should wag more and bark less.
And I certainly should run more than 25 miles per week if I'm training for a marathon.
The word 'should' can be a terrible word. It's usually on the other end of something shaming, or some kind of I told you so.
I spilled the juice. "Well, you should have put a cap on it!"
Okay geniusI bonked at the marathon
Well you should have ran more than 20 miles a week.
In fact, I should probably use the word should less.
But, here I am, right in the middle of 'stupid'. One month until the Bayshore Marathon and I'm averaging 25 miles per week. Then again, the crumbling chromosomes in my legs are to blame. I started the training off with a huge "ROOARRR!!" but training for 4 marathons in 2 years was biting off more than I can chew. Stupid.
The Bayshore Marathon is a month away, and if anybody else is running it and averaging less miles per week than me, I'd love to hear about it. Otherwise, I'm crowning myself 'King of Stupid'.
Go ahead, knock me off my stupid mountain. I dare you. But first you better come at me with less than 25 miles per week.
Nope. You can't. I thought so.
