I don't know where I'm going
But, I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again
At my ripe old age, you think I would have learned something over the few decades. Oh, no. Never one to admit defeat or recognize the limits of advancing age, I keep going back to the same well every year for some sort of masochistic thrill. Once again, instead of staying home watching football and enjoying my easy chair, I have chosen to venture forth with a mob of adrenaline fueled, carbohydrate stoked, sweaty, hard cases in some sadistic endeavour to see if we can survive running through the darkened streets of Houston in the cold temps.
Yes good people, it's that time of the year again. Aramco Houston Marathon in a little over 3 weeks. I never really pay attention to it until the official race packet hits my mail box. Just got my bib number (26298) this afternoon. Not as prepared as I had intended to be. Was hoping to have some more training runs under my belt, but things have been hectic around work and home. Hell, let's be truthful, I am just too damn lazy/unorganized to do the runs like I ought. Guess I will be paying for that come race time. This year's race is on 01.30.11 and we hit the streets at 0700 Sunday morning. The good news is that the course is pretty much the same so I don't have to worry about getting lost. As like last year, I'm not expecting to break any records this year, just trying to improve my time from last year. Again, I will be just happy to make it across the finish line upright. The closer I get to the run the more jazzed (nervous) I will get. This year's cause will be the Houston SPCA. In case you have some sadistic tendency, you can actually log onto the Marathon website and track my progress by my bib number. That way you can read all about some 53 year old curmudgeon who probably stroked out along the route and needed medical attention.
Me? My goal is to make to the end for my post race massage.
Life's to short to spend it on the sidelines...