Running Sucks

I ran today with Jim and John. We ran 13 miles. That sucks. It took me 2hrs 10 minutes. Not a great time, but I couldn't go any faster without hitching a ride, so that sucks too.

 Question: How much do I dislike running?
 Answer: Hold your hands as wide as they can reach, and say out loud 'This much'.

Before the run, we stashed water in three places along the route. That helped. It didn't make me enjoy the run, but it helped me get through it. It helped a little.  The first two miles, Jim and I carried a bottle and tried to drink while we were running.  I should say, Jim carried the bottle, and offered me some water when I turned pale.  He wanted to keep running while we drank water.  Seriously?  I can barely drink out of a cup at the dinner table without choking, and he wants to run and drink?  Let's sit down on a stump and talk about it.  Let's go back to the car and listen to some tunes before we get too far away.  We can drink water there.  Or we can go to Starbucks and get a mocha.  My treat.

I ran three shorter runs earlier this week. Those shorter runs aren't that bad. Forty minutes, an hour, whatever, I can do that. Don't misunderstand, I would rather go to the dentist than run, but the shorter runs are at least manageable. This 13 mile crap needs to stop.

We have cars so we don't need to run.  You get in the car, you drive where you need to go.  Why mess up a good system?   If I stop driving and start running, who knows where it will end, how many others will follow my lead?  Who am I to spit in the face of 100 years of automotive history?  Who am I to destroy an entire American industry?  For if I destroy an American institution, like Ford or Delorean, aren't I destroying America itself?  I for one will not stand by while this grave injustice is done to America!  Stop running and drive!

We are biking four hours tomorrow. Easy-peasy, sounds like heaven.

Word of the day:  Spoonerism
Use it in a sentence: I was so excited to be home from my run, I spoke a bunch of spoonerisms.
Definition:  Look it up.

My countdown clock has me at 63 days until the Ironman.  It isn't enough.