So I’ve been training for the Toronto Marathon. I’m following the training methods of Art Liberman and Tim Noakes in particular, while also implementing a few lifestyle changes of my own.
I turned 23 two weeks ago, and decided to abstain from alcohol until the big race. So far, so good. I’ve also tried to carb load every day; being vegetarian, it’s something I have to be a bit more mindful of, especially during dinner. (pasta again?!?!)
This evening I had the greatest run in a long while. Since doing this shit on Sunday, I’ve been very sore. And so today, after a fairly stressful work day I just got my running stuff together and headed out into a thunderstorm.
Heading downtown in the rain in summertime is such a wonderful thing. It was only about 7 p.m. and the streets were nearly completely empty. It felt like a massive theme park made just for me. I started singing along with my iPod, hopping over ledges and making the most of my 10km post-long run run while getting completely soaked. What a way to end off a bullshit day.
It can be hard to lose yourself in a crowd. Losing yourself in an empty space is easier, as there’s only a few others around to remind you you’re a human person and that you exist and there are certain social and societal expectations for you to follow while in their presence. Fuck those people. Their two second-long judging is more than worth the disposal of a negative day.
It’s now 11 p.m. and it’s still raining, too.