is for Marathons.
This one fits firmly into the "things that are confusing" category for me.
Now, I know that some of my readers will take offense to this. Many of my readers are runners. Maybe they even run marathons. They might feel a bit slighted by my inability to understand marathons. (If you are one of those people, I hope that you'll love me anyway after this post.)
But why would anyone want to run 26 miles?
And ... (wait for it) ...why would anyone actually pay money to be able to do it?
Colour me flummoxed.
When people tell me that they've run a marathon, I tell them how impressed I am. And I really am impressed. But I always have to hold back my natural reaction, which would be to furrow my brow and cock my head to one side and utter one small word: "Why?"
Even the source of the word marathon begs the question why: Greek legend says that Pheidippides ran 26 miles from Marathon to Athens to announce that they'd been victorious against the Persians. And then he died.
So, yeah. Marathons. Run and then die. Sign me up.
Now, it's no secret that I'm not a runner.
In fact, two of my very earliest posts were about running disasters:
a tag injury...
...and public humiliation at the gym
I can bully myself into running 5k or so, but I'd much rather hike, or cycle, or paddle, or walk. Or watch Firefly - again - on Netflix. Or clean the toilets.
But still, I can kind of see the appeal of running. It's natural and doesn't require a lot equipment. It may very well mean the difference between life and death in the upcoming apocalypse.
I can grudgingly admit that running makes sense.
But marathons? I don't think I'll ever understand those at all.
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