indecent proposal; to crazy [sic] or not to crazy [sic]
Today, someone asked me if I'd consider it for real, I said "[I'm slightly demented and somewhat into self-inflicted suffering, in a fashion not unlike that of my leather wearing, crop wielding, sado-masochistically inclined, poofy brethren] Yes" - which, in my books, is tantamount to a commitment. Scary. The Flora London Marathon. Registering for it looks to be relatively straightforward, even for a braindead lowlife, so I should fare just fine, though getting a place is apparently another matter entirely.
At 26.2 miles, or 44.3 kilometres, a marathon is 3.7 times the distance I ordinarily aim to run on each of my three outings per week. That's terrifying at face value, but the datasheets claim that a successful entrant should be able to comfortably cover 15 miles in one shot in the month preceding the marathon. If I can already do 7 miles a couple of times a week and find that relatively easy, training toward loftier heights should be entirely achievable with time and effort. Anyone done this before? It seems a little loopy, I suppose, but I really think it'd be something worth dedicating some sweat to. Crazy I are.
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According to their webpage, there are still 300 days to go, so why not try a different (= longer) running route around Cam to prevent getting bored :-) (by the route, not by the pals!). And doing the training seems to be a better way fighting SAD than using lovely Prozac!
Oh, I can just picture it now; running in the dark toward oncoming traffic, headlights completely blinding me... sigh, running does much for lousy winter spirits, but doing it in the dark really is a pain.
On the other hand, the cold is great for longer distances... and good idea; we'll have to pore over a map and work out the best way to go about increasing mileage slowly. Exciting stuff.
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Take care and I'm sure I'll be back to catch up on some of your back posts soon.
Actually, it belongs to the same Stairs that occasionally pollutes your comments column - the sugarcane thread for one :) Many thanks, and hope to see you around again!
Ahhhh.....now it all clicks. I'm sorry I've not been by until now. As I said...great content.
Totally off topic, but this is something I've been meaning to ask a Brit or at least someone familiar with British culture for awhile now, why are gays called poofs? what's poofing got to do with anything?
On another off topic note: Has anyone read the new Harry Potter yet? Is it worth a read? :)
[Probably alteration of puff: braggart, homosexual man, from puff (influenced by poof1).]
It's one of those largely derogatory but supposely reclaimed words, though I don't tend to use it, or any other such terms, in day to day speech - my use tends to be more pointed. I eye the whole 'reclaimed words' thing as a bit of a defeatist gesture, but it is widely done and I don't care how other people choose to express themselves anyway... I would be a hypocrite to say that I never do it myself.
Incidentally, I don't use gays as a noun either... I haven't thought too hard about why, but it grates on my ears more than the casual use of faggot, poof and queer by gay people. Go figure.
P.S. No. Very possibly, yes.