no jetpack

the chronicle of one girl's ill-advised decision to run a really, really long way

17.7.06

I reside in the one-blog-for-one-reason camp. It's a sparsely populated camp. But I like to do something, and write about it, and then the doing and the writing are done. This is not my online journal.

Consequently, there was the Burning Log for Burning Man and the Balkan Blog for the Balkans and Marathonorama for the marathon and you get the picture.

The point being that since the marathon is over and since I have not, as some predicted, become a Running Fanatic, this blog is old news. And the new news is in the new blog. But I'm not going to put a link to it here, for reasons that I am also not going to put here. Let me just say that with the tiniest amount of Blogger initiative, you can find this new blog. Or you can ask me and I'll point you there. Sorry for the seemingly unnecessary complication. I promise I have my reasons.

Bye now. Happy Running.

3.7.06

Here I am again with ice on my knees…

I guess it might be true that at some point I may have said something to the effect of, after the marathon I am never running again. But post-injury that was amended to after the marathon I am never running another marathon. Because, well… I don’t hate running. Certainly not as much as I once did. And while I have not become an up-at-five carbo-loading speed-freak race-or-die runner as some of you (who mostly fit those categories) suggested was inevitable, I have come to appreciate the portability and stress relief and scenic value of the sport.

So when I showed up at Joshua’s place in Portland for the week, and he announced that he is now training for his first marathon (p.s. go Joshua!)… well, it seemed about time for my first post-marathon run. It’s been two weeks. We went three miles. I guess I’m still running.

More later. Now: Mediterranean food.