I swear - like, totally pinkie swear - that I'm not training for anything. Starting... today. It's actually pretty liberating to not feel like I have any obligation to any running schedule or calendar. Predictably, I want to run now more than I have in the past few months. I also took a kick-ass spin class last week and started doing the Bar Method this past weekend. But that's, like, boring and not running. So I'll keep it to myself. (Do you really want to read me talk about ab exercises? Loud music in a sweaty spin studio? Because I don't want to write about these things. And there will not be pictures.)
FINE. Okay. Stop giving me that look. YES, I did register for the Egyptian Marathon. After that: nothing. I swear. How could I resist? After filling out the online form, I received this confirmation:
I love Egypt. And I guess I have to figure out how to do an international bank transfer before the date line passes me by.
The start and finish? Here:
But I'm not really training for it. I'll have to do a couple of long runs between now and my early-January departure, but it's going to be a fun run. (Notwithstanding the dream I had the other morning wherein I floated through next year's NYCM in 3-something. The dream only got less plausible and more pleasantly surreal from there.)