Miscellany, but I can do that because it's my running blog and it's my BIRTHDAY!
***I kind of want to do this "race." Pretty badly. The NYT covered it last week, too. Okay, I'll be honest: I really want the free tattoo. Is that weird? It's not like it's an Ironman or something where the tattoo would be a badge of pride. Maybe I just want to get another tattoo and I'm cheap and indecisive. But, this would be a tattoo I would want to keep hidden and there are only so many places on one's body that cannot be seen. (The last tattoo is very small and tasteful and was a college graduation present from my sister.) Otherwise I'm mixed on these "mud" races. Some of them seem kind of cool and bad-ass, like they would help me fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming a Navy SEAL. Others of them seem kind of cheesy and ridiculously expensive. Ultimately, something like this might be fun, but it's not a race, which is - of course - running and not obstacle-gimmicking. Here's a review, if you're curious.
***This article in Runner's World is neither here nor there in terms of content, but its title is better online than in print. Last month's cover screamed, "Real Runners Make Time for Running," or something like that. Innocuous once you realized what they were getting at (true stories of non-professional runners), but given that I picked the magazine up at the end of a long day wherein I hadn't had a chance to run, I read it as "(If you were a) Real Runner (you would) Make Time for Running, TRACY YOU LAZY ASS."
***At last week's Lululemon run, I was freaking clocking. It felt good to run a quick pace. As I started the second lap, the coach suggested speeding up hills as a way of learning to play with one's pace and, she said, "If you learn to play with your pace enough, you'll start to see that you're getting faster overall!" That got me thinking: is that always the goal? Further, faster, harder? Yeah, probably. I'm not going to overthink this one.
***The NY State Assembly just voted to furlough me and my colleagues. A 20% pay cut until further notice. I understand, intellectually, why this is, but it's still hard to accept when it's your own pay check.
***I'm SO going shooting to celebrate my birthday. I've never touched a gun before, and I'm fascinated.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"