Marathon Journal: 5 Miles it’s mental
March 9, 2010
I did five and was bored. Maybe I’m going through a runner’s depression, but this running without the Eye of the Tiger is lame. It’s weird running with no inspiration, because I turn on my Shuffle which is packed with heart pounding, jaw crushing songs and they suddenly have no impact. They might as well be “Convalescent Home’s Favorite Moog Hits”.
The Marathon is in less than 12 days and I gotta find something to do with my mind to get it plugged into the race. I’m hoping that running with My Beloved will do the trick, and just the general excitement of running with 25,000 snobby, Los Angeles narcissists through the urine-soaked streets of the world’s most shallow-but-broad slab of cement wasteland will be inspiration enough. I don’t know, maybe some guy in a Ron Paul tee shirt will trip and fall right in front of me. That might to the trick.
Now I don’t know how much to run. I don’t really want to risk injury, or burn out. I also hear that for three days I’m supposed to starve all of the carbs out of my body, then pack them back in three days before the race.