Sunday, 3:17am: my alarm goes off
That alarm was three years in the making.
Will ran the LA Marathon for the first time in 2012. He was injured, and my friend Corrie and I walked up the course to bring him in the last four miles. She had run the marathon before. I hadn’t. and I told her that under no circumstances did I ever plan to.
The next year, Will was feeling better. I still wasn’t going to run the marathon.
A few months ago, Will and I moved to the West Side. Now I could do a long run without checking Twitter to see if had to change my route because someone was being mugged. Now would be a good time to train for the marathon, I thought.
I still didn’t do anything about it.
My friend Chris ran his first marathon last year after training with the LA Leggers, a running group that met early Saturday mornings about seven months before the marathon. I’m not a joiner. I don’t like being told when and where I have to be, and I certainly don’t like not being in charge. It seemed like a perfect storm of things that should not work.
Four weeks into the Legger’s training season, I joined.
I quickly took to the training: the 4 minute run/1 minute walk, the route, the idea that I just needed to follow the person ahead of me. I didn’t have to think about anything but showing up and putting one foot in front of the other.
We did 14, 16 mile training runs. We did multiple 18 milers, two 20-milers, and a 22-miler that had me running the last full mile partially uphill (I needed to find a bathroom.)
I was ready for the marathon.
Will and I were up and out of the house by 4:45am. Traffic on the 10 was already backing up, but we managed to park and walk down to the shuttle by 5:25am. We were at Dodger Stadium by 6:15am. We met up with my Leggers pace group and waited.
The sun came up but downtown was still overcast and a little breezy. If the weather held, we’d be great.
SPOILER: The weather did not hold.
My wife ran her first marathon yesterday and she did an amazing job. Yesterday’s race was challenging for the most experienced of runners and Nina overcame every challenge on her way to the finish line. If you’ve ever said “I would/could never run a marathon” you should read this. You could be as amazing as Nina.
I met my new neighbors this morning, I also met their two dogs. I spoke to the people but I was thinking about the dogs the whole time.
Understand this if you meet me and you have a dog: The whole time we are talking I’m imagining being best friends with your dog.
No matter what words may be coming out of my mouth, I’m lost in a wild adventure where your dog and I save the world and get home in time for dinner.
When I first met my wife I knew that she had a dog. When I met her dog I didn’t have to hide the fact that I wanted that dog to be my best friend.
Somewhere in the archives of this blog is my wedding video. I got married in Vegas so if you find it the whole thing last 7 minutes. I look like a fat goofball marrying a really beautiful woman but that’s not why I mention my wedding video.
One of the most common search terms that brings people to this blog is the phrase “wedding night video.” 100% of these searches are creeps looking for sex tapes and to those people I say: Knock it off and stop being creeps.
I can’t speak for every married couple but after my wedding, sex was the last thing on my mind. Weddings are stressful and we drank a lot. All we wanted to do afterward was rest. So, for people looking for a video of my wife and I on our wedding night, it’s 7 hours of us sleeping. Enjoy.