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Running with the Dead
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I am not a runner, but my wife is. She is fast. In a moment of weakness, I let her sign me up for the New York City Marathon. My goal is simple, don't die. I am not a Dead Head either, but strangely (ironically?) I train best to the Grateful Dead.
- Added on: Sep 25th, 2009
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: RambleOnRunner
- Listed in: Running Rock
- Tags: training Marathon New York City running flagstaff grateful dead
Recent Posts
Dead Reckoning
So we're back in Flagstaff. Back among the pines and the peaks. But not in the same place. Immediately upon crossing that zany finish line in Central Park, our feet slowed. Our muscle were taut. Our bones worn. Time ebbed. A cluster of medical...
Finished. . . well, almost
Here is a picture from the expo for the marathon. I didn't take my camera on the run, so no race pictures . . There are some on the NYC Times website if you are curious. Also M may have some pictures on her Iphone. . . but those will have to wait....
In the Belly of the Beast
Hey, where is the sky?After a brutal day of travel, we made it to our midtown hotel. The photo above is the view from our window. In a mad attempt to adjust to the three-hour timezone shift, we'll eat early and crash. L already crashed. He was co...
Snow and Crayons
Spent much of the past two days with a sick L at home. He is doing better this morning, but still has a cough. We'll see if they let him back in school. Notice the photo above, taken through a window, some of L's creative work. I call it Crayon o...
Running with the Dead: Final Mix
Okay, here's my final running-with-the-dead mix for the NYC Marathon. I went a little nuts with the amount of detail. Can't help it. M freaked me out the other day when she told me, the NYC Marathon does not allow players. She was messing with me...
Pumpkin Head
I picked up L from montessori yesterday and he was a total pook. The kid was dazed and moving in slow-mo and running a temperature. Seems low grade. And not swinish. At least so far. Fingers crossed. The last time we went to NYC, he was sick as...
