In the begining

I wonder how many of the blogs on blogger or on the internets start with "In the begining." Probably a lot. I'm not going for orginality though. I just want to get things on the record. Far, far too many times in my life, I've accomplished something, or had an experience, only to regret I hadn't done a better job of recording the process for posterity. For myself.

Part of the reason for that, I think, is because I rarely think that things are going to turn into anything when I start them. Is this setting myself up for failure? Maybe. Is it not wanting to jinx it? More likely. Is it laziness? I'm sure there is a healthy dose of that in there.

Anyway, the thing, the process, the journey I'd like to document here is my first marathon. Possibly my only marathon. Possibly my spectacular failure at getting anywhere near that goal, as I am prone to overeating, overtraining, foot problems, ITB, shin splints, and periods of extreme sloth.

Right now I feel good. I'm running better and faster than I ever have before. That's not to say I'm running as well or as fast as basically anyone else who owns a coolmax shirt, just good and fast for me. And I haven't run well or fast for at least 2.5 years. There is a whole history there of injuries, weight gain, job changes, stress, and other assorted bs. But that's for another day.

So what happened today is, I looked at the website for the Long Beach Marathon. I just cruised around it. I didn't register, I just gathered some information.

It felt pretty good. I immediately wanted to tell everyone who will listen that I'm running a marathon. But I am sick. Sick with the fear that I will jinx the whole deal. So for right now, I'm telling the internet.

Oh, and I ran 2.24 miles this morning.